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The Wall

♫- adieu mon homme by pomme

| angst | 967 words | season 1 

jon snow x reader

summary:  your lover needs to go to the wall to join the night’s watch and you have to say goodbye to each other. 

a/n: if you don’t know french, I recommend you to look up for the lyrics of the song because I am pretty sure that it is written for jon snow. anyways enjoy my first fanfiction! ♡ 

dt: @tacheriepelagie​

                  you were talking with robb in his chambers when you heard a knock at the door. you rushed to open the door, expecting it to be jon. and you were right about it, it was your lover. he was all you ever wanted in a man; kind, caring, intelligent and   …handsome. you couldn’t think of being without him in this cruel world that you were all living in. you loved him despite everything .

                   you comforted him most of the nights because he was receiving a lot of hate from his step-mother for being a bastard. it was not his fault but yet he was suffering because of his father’s decision. it was catelyn stark’s fault too, you thought. and hell, you hated it. you hated the thought of him getting hurt at his step-mother’s worthless words. he was finding love and peace in your touch. the kind that he should have received from his mother. But you two were in love and nothing could’ve come in between you two, right?

                 ‘(y/n), i’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere. i was worried that you were hiding from me.’ he said with a sadness in his eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows at his expression, not knowing the meaning behind them.

                 ‘why would i be hiding from you, jon?’ you asked with curiosity while putting your hands on his chest, to be closer to him. ‘i actually came here, hoping you to be here.’

                 ‘i thought you heard the news.’ he placed his hands on top of yours and sighed.

                 ‘what news?’ you asked, a glimpse of innocence in your eyes.

                 ‘gods…’ he shout his eyes close and gave a little squeeze to your hands before abandoning them. ‘i should leave you two alone.’ said robb while closing the door behind him.

                   ‘i… , i wanted to be the one to tell you, that …i need to leave tomorrow with uncle benjen to go to the wall.’

                 ‘for what?’ you said, couldn’t believe the words that just come out of his mouth.

                   your lips started to tremble at the thought.

                 ‘to join the night’s watch?’ you mumbled as if saying it louder would have made it more real than you wanted it to be. he nodded, looking in your eyes deeply with the same look when he entered the chambers. you knew it was hurting him too as much as it did to you, if not more.

                  you felt your legs couldn’t carry you anymore, so you held onto jon.

                   you were holding him so tight that you never wanted him to go away, that you wanted this all to be a nightmare. jon held you in his arms for a while, not wanting to leave you. those seconds felt like years in your lover’s arms.

                 ‘(y/n), don’t do this, please.’

                he looked at you with his brown, loving eyes. it was hurting him to see you this way. But at that moment, he was looking for validation to kiss you one last time.  he was eager of your lips, of your taste of apple, cherry and lilacs. you loved those scents; a different yet a beautiful mix.  

                 you were so eager for him too, knowing that this will be your last time, was too much to handle. you just wanted to be in his arms forever, not caring about anything. you knew that probably his step-mother wanted him to go there, to spend his time until his last days on the north of the winterfell without contacting anyone, without fathering no child, without having you. you hated everything in that moment, you thought. but at least you had a chance to say goodbye to jon snow, to the one that you will never forget. the one that you’ll search for in other men.

                and with that, you crashed your lips to his. at first you were too hungry, too desperate for each other. it was rough and wild. your eyes were both closed, because you wanted to remember every single part of it in the future. but still, not knowing how to forget this tragic moment.

                later on, it became soft and deep. you both wanted to take things slow at one point. he was so sweet and gentle, trying to not hurt you. he felt like if he acts rough, you will crumble into pieces and start to fade away. he never wanted to lose you. but he had to. there was a difference between them and he hoped that you would understand how hard it is for him too -but you already knew it.

                then, he paused to take a look at you one last time before he went to his chambers to pack his stuff. but you weren’t ready for him to go yet.

               ‘please jon.’ you said while being unable to open your eyes for a few moments as if opening them would change the cruel reality.

              but... he was already gone, not wanting it to be more painful than it already is. you felt tears falling down your cheeks but you knew how much he loved you and he knew how much you loved him. it was the only thing that you were able to hold on to at that moment.

               but your last kiss was very meaningful and it was telling that;

                           ‘this was a goodbye, not a farewell my love.’

Fatherhood.

Single father!Cregan Stark x reader

Summary: the reader comes across a young boy. It seems the boy's worried father becomes quite taken with her.

A/n: He's got cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man 👀

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She gasped when something grabbed her leg. 

The lady looked down to see a small boy, no older than two, holding her leg tightly. "Oh."

She ran a hand over the boy's hair as she looked around for someone, anyone in the crowd—his parents or her guard. Neither were in sight, it seemed. 

So she managed to pry him away enough to bend down to his level. 

"Where are your parents?" She whispered to him. 

When he didn't answer, she brushed his hair back from his forehead. "That's alright. We'll find them, yeah? They must be missing you fearsomely. What is your name?"

The boy stared with watery eyes. 

"Well," the lady continued, "Will you let me help you?"

The boy managed a nod and accepted the hug she offered him. 

She thanked the merchant that she had been speaking to and picked up the boy, now focusing her attention on the people rather than the goods they were selling. 

Darkish hair, she assumed from the boy's looks. Someone with blue eyes. Surely he was precious to someone.

"Hey," she lightly reprimanded when he tucked his face into her neck. "I need you to look for them. I don't know what…" Her voice trailed off. The boy was tired and scared and she could hardly blame him.

She roamed the long street once over, just looking for someone that lost their child. A worrisome mother or a stern father. But nothing. 

She sighed, rubbing the boy's back, "Father won't like this."

She continued on as before, shopping lightly with the boy in her arms. Her heart was warmed by the soft snores that came from his small body.

She walked down the cobble road, noticing a guard whose eyes lit up at the sight of her. It sent her on edge. She turned the other way. 

Another guard was coming from that direction. She froze. 

Trying another way, she tried to use the crowd to manage around them, but was met with another guard, quite literally running into him. She backed up in fear, her free hand over the boy's head as if she could protect him. 

"Hand over the boy, my lady."

They looked so angry. "N-No." She tried to display confidence but that's hardly was she accomplished. "Whatever the boy did, I can pay for-"

"My lady!" Her guard's voice came through. 

Her guard, Ser Marten, pushed through the guards and the crowd that seemed to not even notice the chaos that was happening. 

He pulled an arm around her. "Are you alright, my lady?"

She nodded and looked at the other guards. Her eyes flitted down to the sigil that laid on their cloaks. 

Stark. 

She feared Lord Stark was more cruel than she made him out to be, having three grown men chase down a small boy. 

"I won't ask again. Hand over the boy," one of the guards tried again.

"Ser," Ser Marten tried to ease. "Whatever the boy has done can be paid-"

The guard behind her reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. 

Ser Marten's eyes widened, and he pulled his sword from its sheath. "Unhand her."

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" A loud voice echoed through the street. 

The crowd practically split in two as the great Lord Cregan Stark ran to them. "Where-" He paused. "You've found him, my lady?"

Her brow furrowed. "W-What?"

"Unhand her and go," Cregan barked at the guards. "And you," he ordered Ser Marten, "Do sheath your sword. I'll not have violence on my streets."

Ser Marten blinked and did as he said. 

"You may go as well."

Marten looked between the two, only stepping back at the sight of his lady's nod. 

With him gone, she felt vulnerable. 

Cregan held his arms out, expecting her to hand him the boy. 

She turned away from him out of instinct, shielding the boy. "I-"

He frowned. "My lady." He extended his arms further. 

"Whatever he's done, my lord, I can pay for. I am not the richest and I hardly know what House Stark would want, but I can try. Please, don't hurt him."

Cregan's mouth opened in a reaction of shock. He tilted his head. She was more than meets the eye. "My lady, I am only a worried father. Please."

A feeling of embarrassment filled her stomach. "Oh." She pulled the boy out in her arms, seeing that, indeed, the Sigil of house Stark laid on the boy's chest. "Oh, forgive me!"

Cregan took his son with caring hands, careful not to wake him. "Oh, my boy," he sighed as he held him close to his chest. "Gods, I've never felt fear like this." He closed his eyes, not caring if he seemed weak for a moment. He was a terrified father and he wasn't afraid to seem it.

"Do forgive me, my lord. I-I didn't not realize-"

"-You did not realize that you held my future, the future of the North, in your arms?" He let out a breath of a laugh. "I owe you greatly." He looked down at the sigil on her cloak. "Lady Bolton? Are you Lord Bolton's new wife?"

She flushed. "No. NO. I am his daughter." She smoothed down her skirt in embarrassment. 

"Ah, forgive me. I thought his second wife was young. Perhaps I was mistaken."

"You weren't," she assured. "She's not much my elder. An honest mistake."

"But you are still of House Bolton? Unmarried, I mean?" He asked.

"Yes, as of the current time, yes."

He nodded with the information. "Strange to see a childless woman with such motherly instincts. He seemed quite content with you."

"He was quite frightened to be alone."

Cregan hummed. "Let me reward you. You've protected my boy and returned him to me."

"No, I couldn't-"

"-Nonsense. It's the very least I could do."

She watched the boy stir in the large man's arms. His tiny hand gripped Cregan's fur cloak tightly, as if finally feeling the full comfort of his home again. "Knowing I've done you a service is gratitude enough for me."

"Please." He looked around. "Are you alone, my lady? Surely I would have heard of Lord Bolton's arrival before this."

She nodded. "I come to the market every few months. This is the only place I've found dried lavender. Father says I have an obsession," she laughs. "Perhaps so. But I'm old enough now of course to journey alone. With my guard."

"And have you found it this time?" 

"Hmm?"

"The lavender?"

"Oh. Um," she looks around. "No, I haven't."

Cregan sighs. "That's a shame. Are you sure you won't accept a reward?"

She smiles. "Truly. I am sure." She reached out to brush the boy's hair, but stops herself when she realizes how inappropriate that is now that she knows it's Stark's son. "G'day, Lord Stark."

He stops her before she can turn to leave. "Lady Bolton. Do I get a first name?"

"Y/n."

He repeats it, as if committing it to memory. "Good day, my lady. I won't forget your kindness."

…

Cregan was honest about that. He didn't forget her kindness.

…

"My lady."

Her handmaiden interrupts her quiet time. 

"There's a gift for you, my lady."

Her eyes lit up. "What? From who?"

"I'm not sure. Shall I bring it in?"

She nodded and watched the woman disappear for a moment before reappearing with a small cloth sack.

She took the bag with nimble fingers, pulling it open. 

Dried Lavender. 

A small letter laid inside, sealed with wax, but no sigil.

A small gift to represent my gratitude.  - A relieved father

She let out a breath. How thoughtful of him to scour the market for this, even after she was unable to find it. 

"Who is it from, my lady?"

"Just a man I helped back in Winterfell."

"Well, how thoughtful."

Yes, she thought, Cregan Stark was quite the thoughtful man.

…

Cregan sat at his council meeting, his boy, Rickon, sitting in his lap, tapping his wooden horse against the table as he played with it. The northern lord hardly noticed the sound at this point, the boy's antics becoming second nature to him. 

"I agree, my lord," one of his councilmen spoke, "perhaps that would be best for the North."

A servant interrupted. "Forgive me, my lord. But it's a letter."

Cregan's mind snapped as he looked up. "Is it? Hand it here."

The servant walked it over to him and dismissed himself.

Cregan's fingers brushed over the wax. 

The Bolton sigil. 

He could practically feel his hands shake as he opened it.

My heart is lightened at the news of your relief.  I thank you for your gift. It was more gracious than I fear I deserved. I'll remain in awe of how you managed to find exactly what I had failed to.  My house, my father, and I as well, remain loyal to you.  - Y/n Bolton

"My lord?" One of the men asked lightly.

Cregan looked up from the letter.  "Write urgently to Lord Bolton. I have an offer."

Cregan tutted lightly when Rickon reached out for the letter. "Easy, son. This is your father's keepsake."

…

My dear lady,  I fear writing yet another letter to you may be deemed inappropriate to some, but they do not understand the kinship we share.  My son grows by the day, and still, I remember the day you and I met so starkly.  Take this gift, and dare I ask that you think of me when you wear it. - A content father

The bottom of the letter was all scribbles and scratches from the quill, no doubt something that his son had added. It made her heart warm, like perhaps maybe the babe was trying to say something to her as well.

Her eyes wandered to the dress that he had gifted. A Stark blue. She thought it perhaps a bit too bold for the man, but she wouldn't deny his wishes. 

Her father may question it, but he couldn't refuse such a thing. 

She took out a quill.

…

I am starting to believe that you have overdone your gratitude. I fear as a young lady, I have not much to give, but perhaps it is true that the thought of a gift is greater than the price or amount of the object itself. I find that this specific type of fabric strips make for wonderful ties for the hair. I mean no harm, but I did notice the way you grew annoyed at the hair in your eyesight when we met.  I'm going to send this now before I realize the intent of my actions and grow embarrassed.  Do tell your son I enjoyed his drawings per your last letter. - Y/n Bolton

Cregan held the fabric strips in his hand, rubbing the soft material. 

How ink on a page could make his heart feel alive, he wasn't sure.

…

Cregan spent the next two days in contemplation. 

While he wanted to immediately write her back, he knew that he should wait. The letter to her father surely arrived at that point, and he didn't wish to seem overly hasty.

But when another letter from her arrived, he almost ripped it in earnest to view its contents.

I fear our letters must come to an end.  My father had spoken of a marriage proposal and it seems quite unladylike to be writing such letters. Though we two know of our kinship, I fear it is unfair to my future betrothed.  Please forgive me, and know that this was not of my choosing.  - Y/n

He paused at her lack of a last name. 

She wrote as if she had no idea. Her father hadn't told her the entire truth. 

He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands over his eyes. He wanted to ease her worries, tell her the truth, but it was not yet his place, and he was to wait for her father's response. 

But it ate at him. What if Bolton was truly marrying her to another? It made him sick. 

There was a sound in the doorway. 

Cregan looked up to see Rickon standing with his toy on ground, obviously fallen from his hand. He smiled at him, "Hello, son."

Rickon took his time leaning down to get his horse, then took steps around the long table until he got to his father. 

Cregan waited patiently, not wanting to rush or correct his boy, but once Rickon was close enough, he reached out and held him up in the air. The little son's squeals filled him with joy. He brought him down to kiss the boy's cheek then set him on his lap to face him. "What have you been doing, my boy?"

Rickon set his horse on Cregan's chest, his attention enamored on it. 

The lord brushed his son's hair from his face with a longing look. "Think I'll get to hear that voice anytime soon?"

Rickon hit his horse against the man's chest, causing a sigh to come from his father. 

"Well, maybe eventually, hm?"

Everything sat in such uncertainty. He only hoped that it all worked out as he had planned it.

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A/n: part two in underway

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farmer!jon snow

He wakes up before the sun, prepares your tea just the way you like it and gets ready for a day of working on the fields and tending to the farm animals. As afternoon rolls around, you prepare lemonade for your hardworking man, walking towards the field with a cold glass of lemonade you stop in your tracks, there he was standing in all his shirtless glory, you watched as sweat rolled down his body and how his skin glistened under the sweltering sun. He gives you a appreciative kiss on your forehead as he takes the glass from you. It was evening now, the familiar pitter patter of ghost’s paws signalled jons arrival, walking to the door to greet him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders you take a big sniff, he smells like soil and his natural scent, it’s intoxicating. You give him a big wet smooch on his lips and tell him to fresh up for dinner.

glad you enjoyed it!

Questioned Morals (II)

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Summary: Ned is in love

Word count: 1.2k

Questioned Morals (I)

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The next day in the morning, Ned wakes up drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy and skin sticky he throws the furs off his body and gets out of the bed and walks towards the window in haste, he opens to let the air cool his flushed skin, he had dream but not just any dream, it was a dream about you a lewd and obscene dream, he shakes his head trying not to think about it, he closes his eyes trying to clear his mind, but the image of you under him skin soft and sweaty flashes in front of him in an attempt to get rid of such thoughts he walks to the table in his room and pours himself a generous serving of wine. The wine was chill and tart soothing his throat as he drank, taking big gulps as if it would wash the dream away, setting down the goblet he concludes that this is all just silly infatuation and that he must be lonely.

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As the day goes on Ned as routine is busy, walking down the hallway lost in his head he does not notice footsteps coming towards him, walking at an unnecessarily fast pace he pauses when he feels someone bump into his shoulder, looking down he notices the fiery red hair that looked so much like Catelyns.

“Sansa”?

“oh? I was just coming to meet you father, I wanted to thank you”-

Ned is half hearing whatever it is that Sansa is saying until your name is uttered, his attention is back on her-

“they are such a sweet person they would make a splendid lady-in-waiting”

You and her lady-in-waiting? When did he approve of that? He revisits the conversation he had with your father and realises when he was spacing out he had agreed to making you a lady-in-waiting for Sansa, his stomach drops and he realises what a grave mistake he has made- what would he do now? you would be around winterfell all the time now.

“Sansa dear, I have to leave now.” It came out more rushed than Ned had wished but he hadn't in him.

He was pacing through the to go to his room once entering, he pours himself a glass of wine and drinks it down in one gulp, exhaling a heavy sigh he thinks back to yesterday he hadn’t heard your voice yet or he did? he can't really remember either way it must be just as sweet as you look, remembering the issue at hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“How could you be so foolish?” He asked himself, this shouldn’t bother him though, you are nearly half his age, he groans out and decides that he should end the day here.

The next morning as Ned was walking past the training grounds, he saw you and Robb talking, smiling like two silly kids, he smiled at the prospect of you and Robb getting married, you had a sweet character and would make an excellent Queen Of the North.

‘What if you were his Queen Of the North?’ he chastises himself for thinking so, you would never even look at him.

As the week progressed you had noticed Ned had been avoiding you, whenever you were in front of him he would turn the other way and rush away and whenever he was in the same room as you, you would always feel his eyes on you but when you looked towards him he would quickly look away, This rather odd.

So you decided to come in his way more, you would look out for him, seek him out in the crowd of furs in the great hall, you deliberately walk past him a little closer than acceptable so he could smell the perfumed oils you put in your bath ‘sandalwood and amber’ noted Ned, you smelled like what he imagined the sun would smell like. Through the entire week Ned had been going through dilemma, the harder he tried to avoid the closer you came, it was as if some unseeable force was pulling you closer to each other, whenever you got too close to Ned he would pray to the gods to give him strength to put his hands around and pull you in, so one night he decided to visit the godswood and plead the gods to put him out of his misery.

One night, sleep was difficult to come so, you decided to take a walk towards the Godswood, wearing one of your heavier furs you leave for the Godswood.

Entering the forest, you saw someone standing, bringing your fur closer to yourself, clearing your throat to get the unknown person’s attention, the person whipping their head to look back at the noise, their hand on the hilt of their sword ready to attack. As your eyes meet you realise it was no one other than The Eddard Stark himself, all of his tall and broad shouldered frame standing right in front you. Recovering from the shock, you ask.

“Is sleep hard to come by, my lord?”

Ned looked like he had seen a ghost-

“I- yes my lady”

There is a pregnant pause between you two, looking at him trying to think of what to say-

“Are you avoiding me?”

You bite your tongue, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I apologise, my lord ‘tis not my-

“You needn’t apologise, you are correct, I have been avoiding”

Ned interrupts you, opening your mouth to say something but you stop yourself.

“I haven’t been avoiding you out of disdain but rather”- Ned pauses not knowing what to say.

“It’s just that” “I” “Uhm” were the only sounds coming out of his mouth for a few seconds, was Ned Stark stuttering.

“I am in love with you.”

That statement takes you aback, ‘in love with you?’ You had always Ned rather attractive, with all his honour and striking northerner features, your father had made you Sansa’s lady-in-waiting with the hopes of a future marriage with one of the Stark boys, preferably Robb, but you never looked at that Robb like that, he was younger than you and rather cocky. Ned on the other hand, was older and had an air about him, something very attractive that just increased tenfold when mixed with the smell of pine and leather.

“You are all I think about, day and night you have occupied my mind”-

Stepping closer to him you put your hand on his shoulder. “You are in love with me?”

Ned sighs out “Yes my lady, I am irrevocably in love with you, and when I tried avoiding you there was some unseeable force pulling us together and I do not think I can do this anymore”-

To pause him from, you cup his face “You do not need an explanation of why you're in love.

“But” you place your lips on his, they were cold and slightly rough and you could taste the wine he had earlier for supper, Ned pauses not knowing what to do, frozen in shock, a few seconds after the shock wears down, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you back. After a few seconds you both pull back to catch you breath, you put your hands on his shoulders and he moves his hands to cup you face, as he looks into your eyes, he decides he will start courting you properly and that morals be damned as he pulls you in for another kiss.

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Fin.

Questioned Morals (II)

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Summary: Ned is in love

Word count: 1.2k

Questioned Morals (I)

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The next day in the morning, Ned wakes up drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy and skin sticky he throws the furs off his body and gets out of the bed and walks towards the window in haste, he opens to let the air cool his flushed skin, he had dream but not just any dream, it was a dream about you a lewd and obscene dream, he shakes his head trying not to think about it, he closes his eyes trying to clear his mind, but the image of you under him skin soft and sweaty flashes in front of him in an attempt to get rid of such thoughts he walks to the table in his room and pours himself a generous serving of wine. The wine was chill and tart soothing his throat as he drank, taking big gulps as if it would wash the dream away, setting down the goblet he concludes that this is all just silly infatuation and that he must be lonely.

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As the day goes on Ned as routine is busy, walking down the hallway lost in his head he does not notice footsteps coming towards him, walking at an unnecessarily fast pace he pauses when he feels someone bump into his shoulder, looking down he notices the fiery red hair that looked so much like Catelyns.

“Sansa”?

“oh? I was just coming to meet you father, I wanted to thank you”-

Ned is half hearing whatever it is that Sansa is saying until your name is uttered, his attention is back on her-

“they are such a sweet person they would make a splendid lady-in-waiting”

You and her lady-in-waiting? When did he approve of that? He revisits the conversation he had with your father and realises when he was spacing out he had agreed to making you a lady-in-waiting for Sansa, his stomach drops and he realises what a grave mistake he has made- what would he do now? you would be around winterfell all the time now.

“Sansa dear, I have to leave now.” It came out more rushed than Ned had wished but he hadn't in him.

He was pacing through the to go to his room once entering, he pours himself a glass of wine and drinks it down in one gulp, exhaling a heavy sigh he thinks back to yesterday he hadn’t heard your voice yet or he did? he can't really remember either way it must be just as sweet as you look, remembering the issue at hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“How could you be so foolish?” He asked himself, this shouldn’t bother him though, you are nearly half his age, he groans out and decides that he should end the day here.

The next morning as Ned was walking past the training grounds, he saw you and Robb talking, smiling like two silly kids, he smiled at the prospect of you and Robb getting married, you had a sweet character and would make an excellent Queen Of the North.

‘What if you were his Queen Of the North?’ he chastises himself for thinking so, you would never even look at him.

As the week progressed you had noticed Ned had been avoiding you, whenever you were in front of him he would turn the other way and rush away and whenever he was in the same room as you, you would always feel his eyes on you but when you looked towards him he would quickly look away, This rather odd.

So you decided to come in his way more, you would look out for him, seek him out in the crowd of furs in the great hall, you deliberately walk past him a little closer than acceptable so he could smell the perfumed oils you put in your bath ‘sandalwood and amber’ noted Ned, you smelled like what he imagined the sun would smell like. Through the entire week Ned had been going through dilemma, the harder he tried to avoid the closer you came, it was as if some unseeable force was pulling you closer to each other, whenever you got too close to Ned he would pray to the gods to give him strength to put his hands around and pull you in, so one night he decided to visit the godswood and plead the gods to put him out of his misery.

One night, sleep was difficult to come so, you decided to take a walk towards the Godswood, wearing one of your heavier furs you leave for the Godswood.

Entering the forest, you saw someone standing, bringing your fur closer to yourself, clearing your throat to get the unknown person’s attention, the person whipping their head to look back at the noise, their hand on the hilt of their sword ready to attack. As your eyes meet you realise it was no one other than The Eddard Stark himself, all of his tall and broad shouldered frame standing right in front you. Recovering from the shock, you ask.

“Is sleep hard to come by, my lord?”

Ned looked like he had seen a ghost-

“I- yes my lady”

There is a pregnant pause between you two, looking at him trying to think of what to say-

“Are you avoiding me?”

You bite your tongue, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I apologise, my lord ‘tis not my-

“You needn’t apologise, you are correct, I have been avoiding”

Ned interrupts you, opening your mouth to say something but you stop yourself.

“I haven’t been avoiding you out of disdain but rather”- Ned pauses not knowing what to say.

“It’s just that” “I” “Uhm” were the only sounds coming out of his mouth for a few seconds, was Ned Stark stuttering.

“I am in love with you.”

That statement takes you aback, ‘in love with you?’ You had always Ned rather attractive, with all his honour and striking northerner features, your father had made you Sansa’s lady-in-waiting with the hopes of a future marriage with one of the Stark boys, preferably Robb, but you never looked at that Robb like that, he was younger than you and rather cocky. Ned on the other hand, was older and had an air about him, something very attractive that just increased tenfold when mixed with the smell of pine and leather.

“You are all I think about, day and night you have occupied my mind”-

Stepping closer to him you put your hand on his shoulder. “You are in love with me?”

Ned sighs out “Yes my lady, I am irrevocably in love with you, and when I tried avoiding you there was some unseeable force pulling us together and I do not think I can do this anymore”-

To pause him from, you cup his face “You do not need an explanation of why you're in love.

“But” you place your lips on his, they were cold and slightly rough and you could taste the wine he had earlier for supper, Ned pauses not knowing what to do, frozen in shock, a few seconds after the shock wears down, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you back. After a few seconds you both pull back to catch you breath, you put your hands on his shoulders and he moves his hands to cup you face, as he looks into your eyes, he decides he will start courting you properly and that morals be damned as he pulls you in for another kiss.

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Questioned Morals (II)

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Summary: Ned is in love

Word count: 1.2k

Questioned Morals (I)

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The next day in the morning, Ned wakes up drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy and skin sticky he throws the furs off his body and gets out of the bed and walks towards the window in haste, he opens to let the air cool his flushed skin, he had dream but not just any dream, it was a dream about you a lewd and obscene dream, he shakes his head trying not to think about it, he closes his eyes trying to clear his mind, but the image of you under him skin soft and sweaty flashes in front of him in an attempt to get rid of such thoughts he walks to the table in his room and pours himself a generous serving of wine. The wine was chill and tart soothing his throat as he drank, taking big gulps as if it would wash the dream away, setting down the goblet he concludes that this is all just silly infatuation and that he must be lonely.

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As the day goes on Ned as routine is busy, walking down the hallway lost in his head he does not notice footsteps coming towards him, walking at an unnecessarily fast pace he pauses when he feels someone bump into his shoulder, looking down he notices the fiery red hair that looked so much like Catelyns.

“Sansa”?

“oh? I was just coming to meet you father, I wanted to thank you”-

Ned is half hearing whatever it is that Sansa is saying until your name is uttered, his attention is back on her-

“they are such a sweet person they would make a splendid lady-in-waiting”

You and her lady-in-waiting? When did he approve of that? He revisits the conversation he had with your father and realises when he was spacing out he had agreed to making you a lady-in-waiting for Sansa, his stomach drops and he realises what a grave mistake he has made- what would he do now? you would be around winterfell all the time now.

“Sansa dear, I have to leave now.” It came out more rushed than Ned had wished but he hadn't in him.

He was pacing through the to go to his room once entering, he pours himself a glass of wine and drinks it down in one gulp, exhaling a heavy sigh he thinks back to yesterday he hadn’t heard your voice yet or he did? he can't really remember either way it must be just as sweet as you look, remembering the issue at hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“How could you be so foolish?” He asked himself, this shouldn’t bother him though, you are nearly half his age, he groans out and decides that he should end the day here.

The next morning as Ned was walking past the training grounds, he saw you and Robb talking, smiling like two silly kids, he smiled at the prospect of you and Robb getting married, you had a sweet character and would make an excellent Queen Of the North.

‘What if you were his Queen Of the North?’ he chastises himself for thinking so, you would never even look at him.

As the week progressed you had noticed Ned had been avoiding you, whenever you were in front of him he would turn the other way and rush away and whenever he was in the same room as you, you would always feel his eyes on you but when you looked towards him he would quickly look away, This rather odd.

So you decided to come in his way more, you would look out for him, seek him out in the crowd of furs in the great hall, you deliberately walk past him a little closer than acceptable so he could smell the perfumed oils you put in your bath ‘sandalwood and amber’ noted Ned, you smelled like what he imagined the sun would smell like. Through the entire week Ned had been going through dilemma, the harder he tried to avoid the closer you came, it was as if some unseeable force was pulling you closer to each other, whenever you got too close to Ned he would pray to the gods to give him strength to put his hands around and pull you in, so one night he decided to visit the godswood and plead the gods to put him out of his misery.

One night, sleep was difficult to come so, you decided to take a walk towards the Godswood, wearing one of your heavier furs you leave for the Godswood.

Entering the forest, you saw someone standing, bringing your fur closer to yourself, clearing your throat to get the unknown person’s attention, the person whipping their head to look back at the noise, their hand on the hilt of their sword ready to attack. As your eyes meet you realise it was no one other than The Eddard Stark himself, all of his tall and broad shouldered frame standing right in front you. Recovering from the shock, you ask.

“Is sleep hard to come by, my lord?”

Ned looked like he had seen a ghost-

“I- yes my lady”

There is a pregnant pause between you two, looking at him trying to think of what to say-

“Are you avoiding me?”

You bite your tongue, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I apologise, my lord ‘tis not my-

“You needn’t apologise, you are correct, I have been avoiding”

Ned interrupts you, opening your mouth to say something but you stop yourself.

“I haven’t been avoiding you out of disdain but rather”- Ned pauses not knowing what to say.

“It’s just that” “I” “Uhm” were the only sounds coming out of his mouth for a few seconds, was Ned Stark stuttering.

“I am in love with you.”

That statement takes you aback, ‘in love with you?’ You had always Ned rather attractive, with all his honour and striking northerner features, your father had made you Sansa’s lady-in-waiting with the hopes of a future marriage with one of the Stark boys, preferably Robb, but you never looked at that Robb like that, he was younger than you and rather cocky. Ned on the other hand, was older and had an air about him, something very attractive that just increased tenfold when mixed with the smell of pine and leather.

“You are all I think about, day and night you have occupied my mind”-

Stepping closer to him you put your hand on his shoulder. “You are in love with me?”

Ned sighs out “Yes my lady, I am irrevocably in love with you, and when I tried avoiding you there was some unseeable force pulling us together and I do not think I can do this anymore”-

To pause him from, you cup his face “You do not need an explanation of why you're in love.

“But” you place your lips on his, they were cold and slightly rough and you could taste the wine he had earlier for supper, Ned pauses not knowing what to do, frozen in shock, a few seconds after the shock wears down, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you back. After a few seconds you both pull back to catch you breath, you put your hands on his shoulders and he moves his hands to cup you face, as he looks into your eyes, he decides he will start courting you properly and that morals be damned as he pulls you in for another kiss.

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Stubborn man.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: Cregan returns from a hunt, eager to see his wife. But he's hiding something from her.

Warnings: blood, making out, pain, talks about sex, I think that's it?

A/n: Based on an ask!!! Also... I need more Tom Taylor gifs RIGHT NOW or I'll cry. So fancast Cregan might make a comeback in the gifs

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She felt herself flinch when strong hands gripped her waist from behind and a kiss was placed on the back of her neck. 

"Did you miss me, my heart?" A deep voice whispered in her ear.

She relaxed at the sound, her body instinctively giving in to the hands that held her, "Quite terribly."

He grinned and playfully nipped at her ear, "Good, because I have as well."

She spun in his hold, now facing him. She ran her hands over his clothed chest and fiddled with his cloak, "The hunt was successful, I assume?"

"Three elks and a boar," he said with a hint of pride, "Should last Winterfell a while enough."

"You're very brave, my lord," she smiled with a teasing tone. "Facing a boar is quite a formidable task."

"Aye," he agrees. "But so is facing the Warden of the North, wouldn't you agree?"

"You're right," She said as he tugged on his cloak to pull his face closer to hers. "The boar didn't stand a chance."

A confident aura overcame the lord and he leaned further down and connected their lips.

She let out a soft groan, savoring the feeling of him after such a long absence.

His arms moved up and around her back to pull her to him.

Her chest collided with his and only then did Cregan falter.

She pulled away, disconnecting their lips as she gave him a small frown. "Cregan?"

His breath had quickened and his face paled, but he was eagerly changing the subject, "I've only missed you is all." He leaned in again.

As his lips brushed hers, she pulled away again as her worry doubled, "Stop. Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Something is clearly bothering you," she pointed out. "Tell me."

His hands wandered up to her biceps, gripping her earnestly, as if trying to convince her, "I am just fine. I only wish to spend time with my wife. Is that a crime?"

"You and I both know it's not, but there's something you're not telling me."

They stared at one another, seeing who would break first. Finally, he did with a sigh. "It is nothing, I assure you."

"You're sure?" She asked in worry.

"I am." 

She stared at him for a while before nodding, deciding to believe him. "Very well. I dare say I would enjoy some time with my lord husband as well."

He grinned, "I can arrange that." 

She leaned forward and met his lips, hands beginning to wander. 

He led her backwards to the bed, careful to not lead her astray. She blindly let him, too caught him in his touch to care where he took her.

She fell onto the bed and Cregan leaned down and began to kiss down her clothed stomach.

"Will you let me indulge in what I've missed?" He asked softly.

She let out a breath at his admission. 

Watching her reaction closely, he pulled the skirt of her dress up.

As his fingers grazed her bare thigh, she moaned out, "I don't think I can wait. I need you."

He chuckled, "So eager for me."

She sat up to entice him to loom over her, but she noticed that the color still hadn't returned to his cheeks. "Are you cold?"

He frowned, clearly confused at the question, "What? No."

"You're pale. Cregan, please." She reached under his cloak to his chest. 

He reached out to grip her wrists, but it was too late.

Her hands pulled back with red staining her palms. Her eyes widened in horror. "W…What-"

"-Look at me." He grabbed her face with both hands. "I am fine."

"You're hardly-"

His eyes showed the purely determined tone to his voice, "I am fine."

Her breath began to become shorter and her voice softened, "You… you've seen the maester?"

"I don't need the maester. I just need you," he said as he leaned in again.

She turned her head as she denied his wishes. "You're injured."

He sighed and pulled away from her. "It… it is just a scratch."

She stared down at her hands that now had his blood on them. Her fingers were shaky, and her voice was soft, "…you're injured."

He panicked when she began to only repeat her worry. "Dear wife-"

She stood and smoothed her dress out in a rush, "I'll get the maester."

He reached out and grabbed her wrist. His face twisted in a wince when the movement caused pain to shoot through his body.

She paused. "Cregan."

He forced himself to overcome the pain. Determination ran through his eyes as he looked up at her. "I. Am Fine."

She looked at his hand on her wrist, then back to him. "Even wolves show weakness on occasion."

It was clear that he took her words to heart because his eyes softened and his grip on her loosened. 

She slowly pulled her hand away and moved to the cabinet, pulling out bandages and cloths

Cregan watched in silence.

She set them onto the bed softly before leaving the room. She returned with a small basin of water. "Undress."

His head tilted. "Alright."

He pulled his cloak off, and only then did she notice how badly he was injured. 

His tunic was soaked in blood across his chest. 

It felt as if she had been dunked in cold water. Panic settled into her gut.

Cregan reached down to the bottom of the tunic, beginning to slowly peel it away from the injury. It clearly hurt him. His jaw was clenched to the point she worried for his teeth.

"Let me," she offered, pulling it the rest of the way off of him and throwing it to the side. 

A long cut ran down his chest, blood staining his skin. Cregan didn't bother to look at it. He kept his eyes on her and her alone.

She forced him to sit on the bed and sat down as well, reaching down to the cut. Her fingers grazed it lightly, earning a hiss from him. "Sorry," she whispered.

He shook his head as he studied her face, "'s fine."

"Get comfortable, my love," she finally forced.

He grunted in acknowledgement and pushed himself against the headboard.

She stood and grabbed the basin, setting it on the nightstand. The woman got up on the bed, throwing her leg over him to straddle him. 

If he wasn't in such pain, the night would've went much differently.

She leaned over and wet a cloth, beginning to gently run it over the cut to clean it. 

Cregan rested his head back against the headboard. His gaze stayed on her face.

"I don't understand why you didn't say something sooner," she whispered as she focused on healing her husband.

His eyes moved down to her lips, "I've had worse."

"How did it happen?" She pressed down unintentionally, and he hissed again. She muttered an apology.

"The boar," was all he said. He tried to read her expression, but it was hard when she wasn't looking at him. One of his hands moved to her waist.

"Did you face it yourself?" She asked incredulously.

"It caught us off guard is all."

She hummed as she grabbed a new cloth and continued to clean him with gentle hands.

His thumb rubbed across her waist comfortingly. "You're angry."

"Not angry," she sighed. "Only worried." Once the cut was clean, she began to slowly rub the cloth across his shoulders and up his neck, cleaning the dirt from the rest of him. 

The feeling made him close his eyes, "I do hope you'll forgive me then."

She shook her head, "You haven't asked for it yet."

He reached up with his free hand and stopped her motions. "Forgive me." His eyes studied her intensely, his voice serious.

She finally let out a sigh and a hint of a smile came to her. "You're a foolish man."

"I am," he admitted.

She took the cloth with one hand and held his chin with the other, cleaning the dirt off of his face. Their proximity brought a soft blush to her cheeks. "I don't know what I would do without you."

His eyes moved to her lips again and he began to slowly lean in. "You don't have to."

"Promise me something," she whispered.

He nodded, "Anything."

"You'll not put your health aside to appear strong to me."

"I am the Warden of the North-"

She leaned away and held his chin in a tight grip. "Not here. You're my husband, Cregan."

A little grin came across his lips. "I promise."

She leaned forward and connected their lips. 

His hands found her waist, holding her in a vice grip as he pulled her as close as possible. She was careful to avoid the cut on his chest as her hands wandered over him. 

He pulled away and began to trail kisses down her neck, "I'm a blessed man."

She let out a content hum. "Are you? You have a gash in your chest. I hardly see-"

"-I have you." His teeth nipped at a sensitive spot, soothing it with his tongue. 

Her eyes began to close in bliss as she gave in to his touch. She caught herself, and forced her eyes open. "I haven't finished bandaging you."

He continued his movements, "You'll have time later."

"If you want anything from me, you must let me finish, you stubborn man."

He pulled away at that to look up and her. "Fierce girl."

She grinned and reached over to the bandages she had gathered. She wrapped them around him, "I forgive you."

His large hand came up to grab her jaw gently and force her to look him in the eye. "I will not take it for granted. Thank you."

"Do this again and I'll gut you myself."

A chuckle came from his throat. "I have no doubts of that." He pulled her face to his and his voice lowered, "I'll have to be extra cautious, won't I?"

"Or perhaps… don't leave at all," her soft voice suggested.

"Oh, my girl," he grinned. "When you finish this bandage, we are not leaving this room for a long while."

A bright red hue came to her cheeks.

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Hi Milo! would you please write Yandere Khal Drogo x pregnant wife reader? with smut? and that the reader loves it a little as if she had Stockholm syndrome? I am completely in love with my Khal :D thank you very much in advance :))

ps: i love your work it's just amazing <333

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ, ᴀ ᴋʜᴀʟᴇꜱꜱɪ | ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

yall are so nice omgg :}

this man has me on a chokehold literally

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language & female reader

warnings: yandere theme, dubcon sex, breeding kink, mentions of betrothal, possessiveness, noncon relationships, 18+ content.

One thing about this man right here, he doesn't care. Yes, your belly is swollen with one child. Never to late for another? He is a good fuck: its in his blood, his veins, his pride. You will never find another man like him to satisfy you. Your body will never fully be satisfied unless it is him.

However, Drogo is no fool though, he knew you were going to anything in your power to prevent the pregnancy: beg Viserys to kill you? It was such a good act, he must say. You had requested him to threaten you with the blade during the feast so maybe, just maybe: it could all be over with. But Drogo remained calm during the performance because he was well aware of your misery with him. He enjoyed it though, savored you until his heart content. He doesn't give a horse's ass if you don't like your new life. It is what was born for you to do, to breed.

You better pray because you never leave the tent nor lift a finger; the maidens of the tribe live to serve their khalessi. Drogo is the type of lover person to not feel sympathy to others no matter how bad the grief may be. Not really connected with his feelings, just his desires.

You stood up upon his arrival in the tent, no matter how weak or sore your body ache. You were trained to always greet the khal with exact and focus attention. He just walks in while throwing his weapon on the side of him and onto the floor. His dark eyes hadn't left your gaze. He approached you with his heavy footsteps, as his hands coated with one’s blood that was not his own, examining your facial features; observing to see that he had returned to you just had he left you: stable.

He had done this various times but it was a habit to see if anyone would harm the stallion that will mount the world. You were wearing an upper-waist dress with an floral palette and flowiness, the dress dropped to your ankles that hid your recently massaged feet. His hands were on your sore stomach and with a few rubs of gentleness from him: you inhale deeply due to the pain being at ease with his rubbing.

You open your eyes softly as his blood-coated hand print had been on the see-through dress. He cups your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his while examining you once again. He was worried to know if anyone had attacked you, his khalessi. You noticed this because you could see the worry on his stoic face: even if he managed to hide it so well. You grab his rough hand and gently caress his palm, despite the blood that was abusing your nostrils. Drogo noticed your gentleness to him, no matter how bad he treated you in your terms.

He leaned over to and kissed you, which you melted into because you were far to used to kissing Drogo. You had accepted Drogo, and his traditional and somewhat beneficial ways with you. You had no choice. His body weight increased as he was almost falling on you but he had placed you on the clothed rags that you both rested upon day and night. You push him away with all of your strength, feeling a bit more weaker by the second due to your sore belly weighing you down.

You were soon pushed down in a meer manner. You gently caresses your sore belly, Drogo noticed how your body couldn't handle his genetics obviously due to the pain you were enduring. You looked so full, so round. So very plumply. He was mentally smiling, it made him feel proud that your tiny body compared to his was so enjoyably weak. "May we just take this moon to rest?" You attempt to reason with him, you both were fucking non-stop every-night and you were already carrying one, you couldn't handle anymore right now. He shakes his head no. You already knew he was going to reply in that manner.

The traditional dothraki love language will forever be questioned and as much as you didn't feel like it: it was always coming. He had pushed you rather gently this time onto the horse fur and cotton rags that was used to make a makeshift bed. You flopped due to your strength decreasing each second with your stomach. He took the chance to lay himself next to you, as his clothes discarded with yours. 

You give a sensual moan at the loss of discomfort your sore body had posses with the clothes that were tight around you. Drogo enjoyed you in clothes that were tightly on you, showing your curves but in your current state, he wanted everyone in his tribe to be well aware that you are already claimed for the stallions that will mount the world. It was usual for the dothraki to become possessive over their beloved, you were far to used to it though.

You allowed his large, calloused hands roam over your body, not even having a say in the first place to be in-fact. You were about to protest, hoping you can take this night to just relax and ease yourself but Drogo had no relief in a few cycles. The healer of the tribe, that is rarely around had told Drogo that sex could harm the baby's life especially your body compared to his size.

He was well aware that his girth was large and did expected the outcome of no sex but that couldn't stop him and his animalistic urges that refused to go away. Before he had walked into the tent, he had mentally prayed to the old wise great stallion to bless your growing child lives under its guidance and blessings.

Perhaps, he should consider what the healer said but his urges had been getting through his head. And he cannot blame them. You were in your glory, laying down with your legs closed together as you turned your body to the side to rest, but Drogo had grew impatient due to the slightest of movements had allowed his cock become erected with pre.

It wasn't him getting excited, he doesn’t believe in such a happy emotion. It was his soul reacting to yours. He had took the chance to come up behind you, laying you down in his grasp as your body still turned. He refuses for you to be on your stomach, even though that was the traditional way to give pleasure in the dothrakian heritage, taking you from behind. You hadn't noticed how his large hands were on your swollen belly as he pushed you gently onto the rags that made your bed.

You arched your back at the sudden pleasure you were receiving as Drogo’s hands moved down to your bare abdomen and soon your pussy. You squinted your eyes as you bit your lip in anticipation as his fingers played with the outer-lips of your bare pussy. You weren't able to look at him. He had laid you down on your side where your back had been facing him.

You quivered as his other calloused hand rubbed your sore, bare back. You whimpered softly while his lips connected to your neck yet again. You were looking down because your body had been so sore from his genetics. He took this opportunity to enter you. You shot up instantly with small pleas for mercy to his force. "Drogo, please! I am with child!" You say in hope for him to calm down as his thrusts increasingly become sloppy.

Drogo snicked indistinctly. You truly had been afraid, never hearing Drogo laugh, cry or lose his cool and upon your arrival to the horselords: you would always find them intimidating, but none as intimidating as Drogo.

His large hands meet your hips, gripping your flesh roughly before bringing your body closer onto his cock with a small grunt. You used your hands to support your body from falling down but the pain was enduring enough. You were moaning as the slaps of both fleshes continued. You closed your eyes; allowing Drogo to continue, he was bound to. Consent meant nothing to him, to his pride. His grunts and groans described the relief he had been feeling as he ached for more of your touch.

Your body was uncontrollably relaxing. You felt yourself reach for your peak. His large cock within you had been so very pleasureful that tears of overstimulation coated your heavy eyes as you saw stars. "Please, I-" You blurt out as your climax was approached swiftly. He leans himself down to your ear. "Do it." Drogo orders while he puts himself into your neck to decrease his echoing groans. 

You leaned your head back, while he gave one last powerful thrust and it allowed you to release your building orgasm. Drogo had gritted his teeth furiously while his hot semen was unloaded again. You gasped heavily while a thin layer of sweat coated your aching body.

He leans down to you and kisses your forehead while pulling out. "Rest, my khalessi." Drogo coo's sweetly as he wipes away your tears with his large pointing finger. You nodded in agreement before turning your body to the side where your back had been facing him as his rough hands gently caress your sore belly while you drift to slumber.

Drogo noticed you fell asleep more quicker that usual. He was actually glad you went to sleep as a small smile crept up to the curve of hips as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before playing with your knuckles as his other hand continuously rubbed your aching yet growing belly. He knew he wasn’t the best husband but he was glad you were giving into your role as his khalessi.

His khalessi.

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

Can I request a Yandere!Daenerys and Yandere!Jon x reader smutty fic? Your writing for the Game of Thrones characters is amazing!!!

ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴛʀʏᴇɴ & ᴊ. ꜱɴᴏᴡ

THESE TWOO OWN MY HEART

disclaimer: lets get freaky again

warnings: 18+ content, threesome, nonconsensual sex, rape, oral, descriptive sex, face sitting, yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, possessiveness and breeding kink.

Daenerys saw you first. Summarized terms; you were hers to deflower. She was well aware of your virginity. It was rare due to women being used for breeding under circumstances. She admired how you were able to keep your body to yourself for so long. However: every expedition comes to an end. Jon too saw you in the engulfed fist of Daenerys. Out of curiosity; you and him became good friends. It was questionable. Daenerys found herself already having a war and now it was a quest for your love? Oh no, Jon must make some mistake.

She claimed it, despite her glory and inhuman-abilities of controlling dragons: Daenerys was well aware. She wouldn't directly murder Jon. He was too strong and skilled for his own good. So was she. She couldn't overpower him. She could outsmart him. She could only hope though. She was well aware that Jon shared intelligence that happen to be beyond her level of might. She felt anger rise. You were hers! The property of Daenerys Stormborn. She shared a common emotion she had not felt in a while. Anger. She was pissed. It was rare to see Daenerys visibly upset.

You were walking from a scouting Daenerys sent you on. You were surprised by her missions she gave you. You were eternally grateful for her gratitude and loving she had for you. You must've built a trust to go on such a mission. You roamed the empty halls of winterfell. For the castle having no much guards around. You were used to the silent. You found it lovely. Your found yourself staring at the ancestral photographs of the starks that decorated the walls. You held your heart in your hand as you were in front of Daenerys's door. You felt yourself grow numb. You were anxious to be in the same room as her. Her presence was intimating as much as her dragons. You bit your lip before soon raising your hand to knock on the door as it just opened. You felt your anxiety rise. Her door was open! Will she blame you trespassing in her privacy? 

You felt thoughts rambled as you entered the room. You turned yourself to close the door and then soon turned towards the large bed. Your eyes widen as heat crawled your features at the sight. There was Daenerys continuously pleasuring herself upon Jon Snow, the Jon Snow who was simply grinding his hands to meet her pale lips. The duo let out small moans as the air was thick while the sound of flesh filled the room. “Oh my GODS!” You squeaked loudly of embarrassment that caused the two to stop their habits. “I send my regards!” You yelled in protest before covering your eyes while turning away from the couple. “Y-Y/N?!” Jon stuttered as you could tell a blush was coating himself. Daenerys let out a laugh. Your embarrassment brings a smile onto her light pink lips that shined with her pale body. You assumed she didn't share the same embarrassment of those in Winterfell.

“It appears we have a mini spectator, Jon. A very ravishing one.” Daenerys said as she pulled herself off of Jon's erected cock that was swollen red. “That is not it! I was going to report back to you, Khaleesi.” You stuttered as you found yourself soon aroused with their pleasurable acts of the two. “There will always be room for a third, Y/N.” Daenerys spoke with confidence in her manner, your eyes widen as you turn to face both bare bodies with a shocked expression. What did she just say? You let out rambles as Jon looked at the pale female. “That sounds very inconvenient, Daenerys.” Jon stated with profession as he looked towards Daenerys with a slight annoyed face. “Do not pity me. Do not lie about your shared feelings towards lovely Y/N.” Daenerys stated as she looked over at your shifted frame with lust coated her eyes while she pictured you bare in front of her.

“Shared?” You repeated with confusion. Jon looked down at his palms. “J-Jon why didn't you tell me?” You asked with slight concern and thoughtful mourns. Jon stared at you with a sigh before staring at Daenerys with the shared fury. “I-I do have feelings.” Jon admitted that caused your heart to thump from his submission. “Then let us use this opportunity with wise. Y/N, you do share feelings equally for both of us?” Daenerys asked as she rose an eyebrow with a small smirk coating her pink lips. You swallowed thickly. She knew. You knew it. “I do.” You replied with your embarrassment rising more. “Join us, right Jon?” Daenerys asked as she crossed eye the only male in the room. “If you share a truce. I do wish to please her.” Jon admitted shamelessly yet a blush had been formed. Daenerys found herself giggling. “You have my word.” Daenerys replied before both heads turned towards your gaze.

You shifted with heat crawling within your silk dress. Getting fucked from your love interests isn't an opportunity you receive every day; you approached the bed that laid the duo who happened to be bare already before your eyes. Daenerys's pale skin glowed within the light of the torches upon the walls. You placed yourself on top of the male as Daenerys moved from Jon's lap, allowing you to get comfortable as his cock had been up and against your dress. You felt your lower region slightly grow excited from the arousal of Daenerys and yours brought. You felt your back being tickled as Daenerys's fingers danced across your spine gracefully as she began to disrobe. Jon looked as if he couldn't bring himself to do anything. Stiff. You sat upon him and with your glory bare; Jon was sucking it all in. 

Daenerys had been grinding your ass against Jon's harden cock. She was smiling sadistically. You and Jon were incredibly shy which made things easier in a manner of speaking. You were aroused by the pressure of his harden cock. Daenerys soon sat herself on Jon's face. He was muffled which allowed Daenerys to feel pleasured. Soon; Jon's cock had been within your flesh-like walls. Your eyes widen at the upswelling pleasure. You were a virgin. “Daenerys! I am scared!” You shrieked with protest as you lifted yourself off Jon's cock that allowed his to groan muffedly. “Consider it a fitting punishment.” Daenerys stated simply before pulling you into Jon's cock. You let out a breathless gasp as you sunk onto the feeling of his rather large cock inside of you. Daenerys soon rubbed her his around Jon's face as she made an erotic expression while holding your hand.

You gritted your teeth as you began to move. Bouncing fittingly on his cock as you and Daenerys let out pleasurable mewls. Your eyes were almost half-way closed due to the pleasure. Its excruciating. You couldn't bear with such a delightful feeling. Your mouth hung a bit open as drool coated your lower lips. Daenerys took the opportunity and enclosed the personal space; she began to kiss you. You complied. Her tongue lapping over yours as you both moan muffledly from the man below being the very source of pleasure. You furrowed your brows as Jon lifted his hips, wanting to feel more stimulation within your walls. You dropped your hips down a bit and soon Jon was hitting so deep into you, you pulled away from Daenerys and moaned slightly to express the feeling. Your eyes were barely open. 

Your mouth was being demolished while your virgin walls were tightly being forced to be drenched. Soon; you felt your orgasm approach, Daenerys quite the same. Jon had noticed and began lapping Daenerys's folds while sticking his cock further down. Your body temperature increased by the aggression his cock was showing soon, you came. You and Daenerys had lowered your hips down onto Jon. Daenerys's pussy was covering most of Jon's face while you were feeling the balls of Jon. You quivered your lip as your stomach was deeply heated. “You are ours, my Y/N.” Daenerys stated as she had gotten off of Jon whose cheeks were a bright shade of pink with his mouth being covered with substances.

You look over at Daenerys horror fully, you didn't think this decision through yet. “As you said yourself, you share the equal amount of love towards us.” Daenerys recalled as the semen Jon produced was leaking out. “Surely we share the same emotion towards you.” Daenerys continued as her locks dropped to her face, covering up her breath-taking eyes. “And the amount of stuff Jon had put within you, it appears you will not have your cycle for moons.” She continued as her slenderly yet skillful fingers were brushing up your legs that caused you to jump slightly while feeling a bit heated by Daenerys's closely presence. 

“Now, by this day on: I as queen demand you will be my spouse for the throne.” Daenerys states with a small smile. You look surprised. “You cannot!” You protested while gritting your teeth. You loved your life as a merchant. You always have. “No more second thoughts...Y/N. We had waited too long.” Jon says as he sits up a bit while looking down at the bed sheets to cover his vision from your sorrow. “You will share our bedside and become our whore.” Daenerys continued as her stoic eyes never ceased. She soon approached you, arching her back while her fingers had cupped your chin rather tightly that caused you to wince.

“No more running.”

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let’s do a porn with a plot! female reader btw

discliamer: F/N: Fathers Name, M/N: Mothers Name, H/N: Horse Name, Khalakka: Prince, Baba: Father. M/L/N: Mothers last name. italics still dothraki language. indented Texts are memories/flashbacks

warnings: 18+ content, nonconsensual sex, descriptive sex, stockholm syndrome, arranged marriages, oblivious y/n cuz its funny & breeding cuz khal drogo fine

A war cry pulls from your throat before pulling your father’s spare sword that he had given you from its sheath. The sun was boiling as it did every morning. You’re a bastard to the dothrakian’s but with some persuasion, Khal Bharbo allowed you to stay due to you being around the same age as his eldest son. The clashing of your fathers and your sword had been loud, you both put equal strength. “Come on, Y/N. You can’t be a part of the front lines if you can't fight correctly.” Your father said as he blocked your failed attempt to stab his torso.

You gritted your teeth as sweat coated your forehead. You told your father you dreamt of becoming the first dothrakian female to be in the front lines. But you knew you had a long way to go.

You huffed a bit, wiping your brow. “I know, baba, but this is getting old! We do the same routine every sunrise.” You whined before putting your sword in its sheath. “In order for you to see your mother, you need-” Your father said, something he said every morning after you completed a task but you weren’t having it this time. “Stop lying to me!” You yelled causing your father to stand back at your sudden outburst. “Every time I pass one of your lessons. You just make up another one!” You spat while your lips began quivering.

Your father lowered his eyebrows. He gave you a sad expression as you had tears swell. “D-Did she not love me?” You stammered while wiping your temples. “Your mother loves you very much....” He begins, attempting to find the correct words. “She wants you to be able to defend yourself to meet her.” Your father explained before looking down at the ground. “If I do learn to defend myself. I can meet her?” You summarized while looking up at your father with question. He stared for a moment and nodded.

You furrowed your brows in determination, which caused your father to smile. “Try the rock tactic.” He said before getting into a position. You nodded before standing near a tall rock of the plains. Backing up and then running forward, you used one leg to jump on top of the rock as you aimed your sword at your father. Letting out a war cry, you gave your sword a hard swing until your father dodged. Thinking fast, you quickly landing to your feet but there was analther person you has attacked and pinned. You pointed your sword at the person’s neck.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Guess I should’ve brought Drogo later.” Khal Bharbo said as he walked next to his son. You quickly resheath your sword before backing away. “Khalakka Drogo! I apologize, sorry!” You squealed before giving the male your hand and he accepted it with a grunt. “I keep forgetting how skilled you’re.” Drogo said with a laugh escaping his throat. You chuckled before raising a brow. This happened a little too much. Drogo would always be here interrupting your training. “Well, I am handy.” You smiled, almost in a cocky way. “Now that you’ve said your hello’s, I am sure you and the khal have duties to attend. Same as me and my daughter.” Your father intervened as he placed a hand on your shoulder almost protectively. 

You released Drogo’s hand from yours who frowned at that action. “Don’t be like that, F/N. Drogo and Y/N can talk whenever they please.”Bharbo said as he noticed his son’s reaction to your escaping touch. His hands had been crossed over his blue painted yet exposed chest. “I agree with you, my khal. My daughter and I must finish our training.” Your father intercepted with slight irritation. You knew your father didn’t enjoy Bharbo much.

Bharbo rose a brow at his statement before smiling sadistically. Until he chuckled along with his son. “Not a problem. Drogo and Y/N are betrothed. They will learn to talk and then breed offspring.” Khal Bharbo said as Drogo sent you a smile. You gagged in disgust, turning the other way as you did so. Your father's eye twitched in anger. “I’ve never agreed to the arrangement of my daughter being promised to Drogo.” Your father said as he looked down at your ‘please say something before I do’ face.

Khal Bharbo and Drogo began laughing again. “Oh, F/N. Such the laughing stock. You don’t need to because you don’t have to give permission. Y/N nor you have no say in the arrangement. It’s already done. When Y/N is older, she’ll have mini-khal’s with Drogo to continue our bloodline.” Khal Bharbo said as Drogo continued smiling. You stepped back from all the surprising words. “I beg your pardon!” Your father yelled in the common tongue before stepping forward defensively before the Khal's men came and stopped your father in his bare tracks.

Bharbo smiles before turning towards to his son.“Come, Drogo.” Bharbo said as Drogo sent you a smirk before walking after his father with guards, leaving you and your father speechless. You sniffed, causing your father to look down at you. “Baba, do I have really need to have kids with Drogo? Can't I just...not have kids?” You quivered in common tongue. Your father looked down at your gaze before squatting to your height. “I will not rest until I get answers. You will never have to breed to Drogo.” Your father spoke in common tongue. You smiled as you nodded. “Come child. Let us rest.” Your father said, departing towards the camp.

The day went by quickly. After an hour of travelling on the horse, choosing a campsite. Sitting near the fire and listening to the drums: you were eating parts of meat that Khal Bharbo and his blood-riders; including your father, had captured. You hummed at the taste, it was very delicious. You began to depart. “N/N!” You heard Irri, your best friend yell. You smiled before finishing your conversation with Drogo and was about to run over to her. ‘Til you felt a hand on your wrist.

You rose a brow and turned to see Drogo. “Khalakka?” You asked before attempting to be released. “Y/N...I.” Said Drogo as his grip tighten as he averted his gaze. “How long will it take for you to notice?” He muttered, his head down in slight disappointment. You squinted your eyes in curiosity. “Wha?-” You spoke. You released yourself and waved while running towards Irri, leaving the soon-to-be khal furious. Your father disappeared for a number of times, ‘til the moon was out. You were wrapped with your favorite fur carpet as you laid on the shared tent you and father had.

You heard the tent flap. Opening one eye, you saw your father. “Y/N, we need to go.” Your father muttered before you stood up. "Go where?" You repeated curiously as you tilted your head. “Grab your stuff. No questions, child.” He stated. Obeying him, you groggily stood as you grabbed your hip sheath and sword and a couple of your belongings. Your father grabbed your wrist before blowing out the candle. You and your father had run into the night sky with the singing crickets. You both were at the bank of the poisonous water.

You saw a large wooden ship, having a symbol on it’s flag. Approaching it, you saw a familiar woman. “M-mama?” You quivered as the female turned towards you with glossy and teary eyes. Running out of your father's grip, you ran towards your mother and embraced her. She cupped your cheeks. “I am so glad that you hadn’t been sold to the pleasure house.” Your mother stated before kissing your forehead. “What’s the status?” Your mother asked as her gaze lifted towards your father's stoic expression.

He winced under her powerful gaze a bit. “Khal Bharbo continues the betrothal to his son, Drogo.” Your father explained. “This Drogo shares an interest with Y/N?” Asked your mother. “He makes it noticeable as possible.” Your father answered. You were confused, looking up at them both as if they had horse heads. “Y/N, I know I was not with you all these years but now, I swear: I will keep you safe from the dothrakians.” Your mother vowed as she crouched to your height.

You smiled. “Board the ship and make sure she is safe, M/N.” Your father said. “What about you? What would you say to the Khal and his son?” Your mother asked as she pointed towards the dais for you to board. “I will make an excuse and fit the punishment.” Your father answered until he turned his gaze towards you. “My daughter. Stay strong.” He said before putting a fist to his heart. He gave a kiss on your forehead before giving you to your mother who had already board the ship.

The same scene. The one that always replayed in your mind. The urge to sleep had been strong but you were stronger. You lived with your mother ever since you were fourteen. You questioned to this day: what did happen to your father? Growing up, you learned the truth of the Dothraki and they’re cruel and with that very reason, you left your past behind. You grew with Targaryen siblings.

You were their loyalist and most trusted steed. You would gossip to Daenerys about random stuff and answer all her unanswered questions about being a female warrior. While, Viserys was more sadistic and thoughtful yet immature in many ways. He had grown up with the belief of being the rightful king. So: House Targaryen had been hiding in their exile. Which meant your mother and ancestors along with.

You had your mother’s blade and spirit within you. And with the training your father: and honestly you're were undefeated. But you felt at ease when you grew up with dothrakian’s. Of course, before you had learned they're devilish ways. Your parents said it was for your own good. If there was one thing you could recall from your childhood, it had been Drogo. You remembered Drogo. He grew after his father's death. He made a name for himself when he took the role of khal. “The great khal.” That is what they called him within whispers on the street.

You awoke earlier than any other maidens. Although, you were just a servant. You were provided a room. A royal quarters that you called home due to you growing up within the castles walls. You decided to stay in your silk nightgown, waiting for any orders from Viserys. You didn’t get an armor from the warriors at Pentos but you had your mothers and you only wore it on special occasions. Your door bursted open to see a similar sliver haired male with a beaming smile. You tilted your head, already sensing this was going to be bad. “I come with great news!” He smiled as hand maidens attempt to dress him. “Now, you have my attention.” You answered with a smile.

You knew Viserys smiled only when something was truly rare. “The almighty khal, khal Drogo had accepted the offer of becoming Daenerys’ husband!” He said with glee as his feet pattered with excitement. Your mood was killed. Your eyebrows furrowed at that name. “What!” You yelled with anticipation and now anger flowing through your veins as you stood up to size him. Viserys happy glance went sappy instantly from your mood. “I thought you would be delighted.” He muttered in confusion. “Delighted?” You repeated in disbelief.

You marched up to him. “You sold your sister to a killer! All for an army? A crown that is not even promised to you?” You summarized with anger hinting. “Well....yes in a shorten way.” He said with a small smile. You gritted your teeth. You were about to blow up on him more before he spoke again. “Now, wear your mother’s armor, we meet the Khal today!” He said before closing the large doors to your quarters. Your gaze dropped as you sat down in disbelief on your bed.

Daenerys would never survive the Dothraki. 

Hell!

You didn’t even survive the Dothraki!

You heard a soft knock. You acknowledged the person to come in. You rose a brow as a smile form to see Daenerys walked in. “Why are you wearing such clothing?” You commented as the dress was showing her bare breasts and stomach. “Viserys says ‘I should wear something to impress a Dothrakian man with my feminine charm’.” She answered softly, still the kind soul she had always been.

You sighed exhaustingly. “Do you want to marry the Khal?” You asked as you removed your nightgown before shuddering at Drogo's title while Daenerys eyed your curves. “Well......No.” She said as her glance went on your soft, exposed breasts. “ Viserys gives me less of a choice.” Daenerys said as you put on your mother’s chest plate over a plain shirt you had put on. “Is that right? Well, if I were in your hair, I would give Viserys a piece of my mind.” You answered before lifting the dark red skirt.

This cause Daenerys to stare over at him with slight admiration. “Then I supposed you can teach me?” She said while handing you your boots. “Teach you what?” You repeated, almost questioning her words. “Teach me..how to tell my brother of how I feel.” She stated. You rose a brow before tying your boots. “I shouldn't have to teach you anything. You should be able to do it yourself.” You answered before putting on your other boot she handed you. “I suppose you’re correct.” She said, looking down slightly, as if she was feeling like she had been a coward to not be able to stand up to her brother.

You noticed this with a frown before putting a hand on her shoulder. “Best case scenario: I’ll give your brother an bad ass-whooping to the point where he will finally grow a brain.” You joked even though you meant it. Daenerys giggles lightly before nodding. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re someone I can truly trust.”

You found yourself on the castle's dais. Viserys at your side while you were holding Daenerys's hand for comfort. You didn't want to see the monster Drogo became but on the other hand, you didn't want to leave her with him. “Where is he?” asked Viserys as his gaze went on Father Illyrio. “The Dothraki aren’t known for their punctuality.” Illyrio stated which caused you to roll your eyes. Father Illyrio’s words wasn’t entirely a lie. If you had a dime to every event you shown up late for: you wouldn’t need to be Viserys’ right hand for spare change. “Y/N, please escort me when the Khal arrives.” Daenerys said with a pleading expression. You gritted your teeth as you choked on air. “Uhhhhh.” You stammered before looking at the pale female. “I-If King Viserys gives me the permission to.” You blurted out, sure you felt bad for Daenerys but you couldn't be dragged into this.

Not again at least.

You crossed eye Viserys. Hoping he would decline. “If it stops her pity.” Viserys acknowledges as Daenerys let out a small sappy smile. “Joy.” You muttered with slight annoyance filling your skull. You then grunted in discomfort before nodding. You heard horses approach within the dirt as their heavy metal hooves clicking rhymthicly. “Fuck...” You cursed under your breath. You looked down at the white dais as a group of fierce Dothrakian’s showed. Illyrio had begun to greet them in Dothraki language you wished you didn’t understand. 

You had the urge to look up.

You slowly looked up to see a familiar face. Damn, he aged like fine ale. Your eyes widen as he made eye contact with you. You turned away from him as he kept staring, not bothering to even listen to Father Illyrio. You shivered at his emotionless expression. “Come forward, my dear.” Illyrio acknowledged Daenerys who already clutched your gloved hand as she took the first step from the dais. You unsteadily led her to Drogo who wasn’t paying any right mind to his bride-to-be. Daenerys stared at him who had been staring at you. You just looked all over the place.

Had the tree’s always been so green?

A beautiful bird had just flew passed.

Wish you could fly away from this situation..

You felt Daenerys gaze on you also as Drogo swirled his horse around. You looked up to see him give you one last glance before departing. “W-Where’s he going?” Viserys said before climbing down the dais as you and Daenerys exchanged looks. “The ceremony is over.” answered Father Illyrio bluntly. ''B-But he didn't say anything.'' Viserys pointed out. “Did...Did he like her?” stammered Viserys, worried if Drogo was not going to accept the proposal. “Trust me, your grace. If the Khal was displeased, We would’ve known.” Illyrio reassured simply, making it abundantly clear to a stubborn Viserys.

You gritted your teeth as you eyed your feet, shuffling in your spot. Daenerys showed concerned. You furrowed your brows as thoughts harrowed your skull. Did he recognize you? Did you give a good impression? Did he learn about your whereabouts after all these years? Had he always had that many scars?

You followed Illyrio up the dais swiftly. You felt nauseous. “Y/N.” You heard a soft voice with a small hint of an accent. Turning your gaze slowly, you stared Daenerys. “Yes?” You replied as you contained your disgust. “The khal. He had been staring at you. Is there something me and my brother are unaware about?” Daenerys asked. You eyed the floor. “Do not cower, it’s not like you.” She simply reassured. “I got history with the khal.” You admitted.

She rose a brow. “It’s all in the past. Surely, he had forgotten it all.” You reassured with a smile, not only to Daenerys but mainly to yourself. “Do you assume he will take your hand instead of mine?” She asked while scanning your facial features. “Of course not.” You said with a giggle. It was absurd for even her to think of something like that. Drogo surely forgotten all about you. You walked over to your quarters. Fury filled within you. You closed your door before banging your head against the wall. If Drogo remembered the betrothal, everything your parent’s sacrificed for you was useless.

You inhale deeply . You needed to calm down. You sat on the bed as your hands were in your lap. You grunted before gripping your forehead from the aching pain you were receiving. You needed to stop overthinking. You laid back on your bed. Staring at the ceiling. You grunted before tilting your head towards your mother’s revel blade. You grabbed it while sitting up. You stared down at its sheath. ‘M/L/N.’ The sword had imprinted onto its handle. “Those who hold this sword will be blessed.” Your mother told you when she passed down the sword. You smiled as you slowly drifted into slumber, your eyes were heavy before falling over onto your back.

You were out with H/N, doing your daily run. Whenever you went out; away from the khalaser, you found peace be upon you. It was breathtaking to see and find many unsacred placing. You pulled H/N’s reigns to speed up. You smiled as H/N galloped across the free lands. H/N will forever be the first of you had ever amended with. You both were a great team: especially in the ring. 

You heard another horse whinnied. 

You pulled H/N’s reigns to slow down a bit. You turned your gaze to see Drogo on his horse. “How rare of you to join me, khalakka.” You said as you attempted to ignore his smile, oh how you wanted to rip it off his facial features. “Y/N. Accompany me at dinner with my brothers.” Drogo stated as he sent a small smile. “I don't know, Drogo. I’d probably lose my appetite.” You replied as you pulled H/N's reigns to move away from the soon-to-be Khal.

He stared a bit furiously before calming his features. “Then I guess bet your appetite sits with slaves.” He said that caused you to prevent H/N from moving any further. The tension around you two was thick. You both shared one thing: anger. You furiously turned your head to face his as you gritted your teeth when he was referring to Irri and the rest of the khalaser that were girls around your age. “How dare you!” You spat as you swung your leg off of H/N before your feet met the ground. “You dare disrespect the women of the khalaser? The khalaser that will soon be yours?” You continuously asked with slight anger. 

He let out erupting laughter. “I can talk about anyone how I wish I can. I shouldn’t be lectured by a whore herself.” Drogo said with a slight smirk. That was it, you felt every ounce of anger fly within you. You gritted your teeth and stirded back to H/N. As much as you wanted to rough him up, you needed to prevent yourself from exile. You flapped on H/N reigns and galloped away.

You knew if you did castastrophic, you would be exiled or worse.

You returned at nightfall. H/N was tired: you could clearly tell. You jumped off of H/N with a small smile before brushing his/hers hair to ease. “Rest.” You stated that was barley a whisper. H/N jogged over to the pens. You walked over to the camp fire where Irri had saved a plate. You walked over to your friends until a rough hand was on your arm. You looked over with a slight fury within you. You got pissed and shrugged him off. “You can leave me alone cause us whores actually like to eat with each other.” You said with annoyance as a small smirk formed from his lips. 

He hummed in amusement “I didn’t ask.” Drogo stated before dragging you inside the large tent where topless dancers stripped as you had no choice but to follow the khalakka, no matter how much times you resisted. You were about to sit down until he pulled you to his lap. You gritted your teeth in slight disgust. You were the only female amongst his brothers. You felt smaller and out of place. Drogo had been feeding you with his bare hand as you looked like a helpless maiden. You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes.

What made him think you were his?  

Your walking nightmare was interrupted. You gasped as you jolted out of slumber. You looked to see Viserys there standing in the open-door frame with Daenerys by his side. “What did you do!” He yelled before stomping over to you. You furrowed your brows; Viserys disrespected anyone and everyone who was a low lifer: he was wise enough to not do the same to you. “Pardon?” You asked as your eyes travelled where he moved. “Viserys, please!” Daenerys said, slightly upset that you were being yelled at. “Drogo does not want you! He wants her!” Viserys yelled as he pointed to you, referred you as ‘her’.

You rose a brow in slight confusion before getting the message. “No! He cannot marry me!” You yelled as you stood up in front of Viserys. “You’re absolutely right, he cannot.” Viserys added as he caressed your cheek softly, he was doing his sarcastic voice. “But he wants too and I want my army, Y/N.” Viserys said in a slight intimidating voice. You grunted a bit from his so-called comfort. “You will be married to Drogo instead of Daenerys.” Viserys said before stomping out of your chambers.

You felt tear brim. Everything, everything your parents did, putting their life on the line for you was pointless. 

Drogo remembered. 

He had too unless he just fell in love with you all over again. You gritted your teeth before plopping on the bed sides with your forehead in your palms. You were Drogo’s age and Daenerys was merely an adult. You knew you couldn’t get out of this one. You felt a soft hand caress you shoulder. “Do you want to be married to Drogo?” asked Daenerys softly as her voice was just as angelic as yesterday’s.

You smiled at her sympathy. “You deserve the truth, Daenerys.” You answered as you looked down at the rug near the bed. “You already know how my mother was a warrior apart of House Targaryen along with my ancestors on my mother’s side. My old man was Dothrakian. They both crossed paths during the great war for the throne,before you, Viserys, and I were even born. I grew up with my father until I was around fourteen maybe thirteen and been a bastard to the Dothrakian clan but the Khal at the time: Khal Bharbo, Drogo’s father, insisted that I only remained alive if I was promised to marry Drogo.'' You said as your tears swell from the thought of your parents.

Daenerys looked over with sadden eyes. “What happened to your parents?” Daenerys asked as her hand went back to her lap. “My parents managed my escape. Using a ship from the Targaryen’s. Then, I grew up with my mother and you and Viserys.” You replied as you side glanced her. “My mother died by yours’ honorably. Her last gift was her ancestral blade.” You said as you gave Daenerys the sword that laid on the bed. “As for my father, Khal Bharbo was displeased from the learning of my ‘death’ and sentenced my father to death.” You continued as you then stood up. “The dothraki were told I died. I guess part of me did when I left that hell-hole but now that Drogo can tell I am not deceased: it looks like he wants to continue the betrothal.” You rambled lowly as Daenerys stared up at you. “I’m sorry I brought this upon Pentos.” You stated.

You turned to look down at her sitting frame after the examined your mother's sword. “But Drogo and his men can simply kill off everyone in Pentos because of me.” You stated as Daenerys stood up with tears brimming her eyes. “What’re you saying, N/N?” She slightly yelled from anger as sadness continued to inspect her features. You both already knew the answer to her question. ''I am going through with his proposal.'' You replied slightly distorted from your dry mouth. “No! We can protect you! Please, N/N, don’t do it!” She pleaded slightly as her hand clutched yours. “There is no other way!" You filled in with the truth.

She sighs in defeat as a response. “If we walk away and leave him displeased, he will still kill everyone here with his Khalaser filled with all 30,000 men.” You replied with slight annoyance from the truth. “Please.” She muttered as she embraced you. You shuffled a bit before wrapping your arms around her slim waist. “I have no choice, Dany...” You muttered before escaping her calm grasp, you sighed shakingly before walking out of your chambers and into the hallway where two hand maidens await. “Tell Viserys I....accept the Khal’s proposal.” You commanded to the maidens who nodded swiftly and ran off to tell Viserys.

You felt a pair of arms slip around your waist. You recognize the paleness. You knew it was Daenerys. “This was not the life for us.” She murmured into your back. You just stood there; so stoically. “I know.” You replied slightly as one of your hands travelled up to her hands. You put her hands on your chest-plate. “But it's a life worth sacrificing for.” You continued that was barely a whisper. “Your life is far too valuable to sacrifice for.” She muttered again, putting up another protest.

You slightly giggled merely. “My presence here is already putting everyone here at risk.” You stated before removing her hands off of your torso before cupping them. “Dany, do not fright. Drogo would never hurt me.” You said with a small smile. You both were interrupted with patter of ones feet down the hall. “Swiftly! We must prepare our bride to be!” Viserys said as a large amount of hand maidens were behind him with supplies. You and Daenerys glanced at each other before you departed with the hand maidens with Viserys.

You shifted uncomfortably in the dress the hand maidens had gave you. You were sitting on a bench with Drogo as he amusedly watches women get raped, you watch with disgust. Dothraki were known for their savage reputation, you would know because you have the savage blood within your veins. You were given books, gifts, gold, things you did not know that existed.

You side glanced Drogo was already staring at you. You both shared the same determination and anger you had when you were just teenagers. You both turned your glances as Ser Jorah was presented. Drogo put a hand on his knee as he spoke dothrakian language that you wished that you didn’t understand again.. “Just wishing blessings on the new Khalessi.” Jorah said he approached you with three stacked books within his hand.

You felt butterflies form your stomach at the name; ‘Khalessi.’ Filled your thoughtful mind. You accepted the three books with care as you gave a small thank you while putting them to the side. The music of the drums increased as the smell of horse hearts and animal meat filled in the air. You grunted of the disgusting smells. Your gaze danced from the crowd with skims before meeting Viserys and Daenerys. You were blessed that she hadn’t been sold to another foreign and unintelligent leader.

Viserys stared at you with a small smile curved as Daenerys looked worriedly. You hated this culture: you were ashamed you had to be here. You looked over at Father Illyrio as he stood up. Two men with clothes that barely covered anything approached you with a very large and seemingly heavy case.

You looked down at it as it was presented to you. Drogo had been staring in case it was anything harming to you. The men open the case that sat inside three large scaly eggs. You breathtakingly took one into your grasp. Scanning the features. “Dragon eggs, Y/N.” Illyrio explained as he locked eyes with your amazed expression. “From the shadow lands, beyond the shrine.” He explained as you cupped its scales. “The ages have turned them to stone but they will always be beautiful.” He continued.

You tilted your head to looked at the simply patterned egg that was slightly heavy. “Thank you, magister.” You replied as you were fully known with the dragon history. Illyrio then sat back down. You then saw Drogo stand up. You rose a brow as he turned his gaze to you. You shifted uncomfortably as you placed the egg to its nesting place within the case. You stood up after him as he walked down the wooden dais and into the crowd that shifted a path.

You grunted slightly before following slowly. Purposely walking slowly as each step was taken with caution. You could tell dothrakian looked at you from behind. Gawking your gaze and scanning your features. It was hard to tell you were even dothraki due to the dress you wore. The crowd’s gazes made you feel smaller and slightly uncomfortably. You looked around for an escape route until you saw H/N.

You practically sprinted pass the crowd at the sight of your former horse. “H/N!” You yelled as you were finally at their side. You brushed its fur as H/N let out cheerful whinnies as you were given a very long lick. You stopped the reunion before looking up at Drogo who was stoic. “H/N is beautiful as ever: thank you.” You said in common tongue. 

You knew he didn’t understand. 

Which is why you said it. 

He walked over to you as you felt smaller by his very presence. He lifted you on H/N before walking to his horse. You grabbed the familiar reigns as memories with H/N had filled your skull.

You stared down at Viserys and Daenerys who walked over to you. “Make him happy.” Viserys said with a slight smile as Daenerys was forcefully clutched to his side. This was definitely not Pentos, so you could just watch the venomous treatment Daenerys was forced by her brother. You stared down at him with an annoyed expression as you felt Drogo’s eyes on you from beside. He pulled his horses reigns along with yours. You yanked the reigns from his grasp as you pulled on them lightly. You knew how to ride H/N. He let out a huff at your action.

You both departed from the wedding area and passed the dothrakian sea. The ride did not feel as long but it had been long enough for the sky to turn yellow as the sun settled peacefully over the mountain. You were watching the sea. The narrow sea is what the Targaryen’s called it. It was also pronounced Poison water in Dothraki due to the horse's not be able to drink the salt water.

The way the waves gushed on the rocks below your feet. You were at ease with the sea as Drogo had been feeding the horses as he stared over at you. You had been wearing a Targaryen dress that reached your anklets. The straps had been tied in a decorated knot in the back of your dress. You turned yourself to face him when he approached.

You two were alone. Away from Khalaser nd you away from safety. You felt tears brim your eyes. This had been the exact place where you departed with your father to Pentos with your mother. The hurtful memories filled your skull as Drogo circled around you, trying to take in his desire for what felt like centuries. The tears never stopped. You had your arms at your sides, defenseless against the Khal. His Khalaser females stripped you of your weapons for once. Drogo knew you too well. He had a feeling you would’ve been armed. He was correct. Your ancestor's blade, your father's spare sword along with a spare pocket knife was all taken into his armory.

Drogo had been examining you, scanning you as you just helplessly cried in front of him. He stopped at your left side before lifting a finger to wipe away your salty tear. “No.” He muttered with his dothrakian accent along with. You loosen your furrowed brows. “Did you learn the common tongue during my absence?” You asked while your head tilted a bit as he untied the hair accessories that had been thrown to the ground. “No.” He simply replied again before his hands were on the pin that had showed your breasts cup. “Is ‘no’ the only word you had learned?” You asked slightly irritated with his same response.

The pin dropped with a clank as the valley of the dress shifted without the pin's presence. “No.” He replied again as he circled behind you then untied the knot the handmaidens had done. You felt more tears swell as your back was bare to the warm atmosphere air. The dress practically slipped off your body as Drogo lifted the straps on your shoulders for the dress to drop. You shifted uncomfortably as your hands covered your breast as you moved your right hip upwards for the dresses lower part to cover your region.

He let out a slight amusing smile at your defense to keep your body from hidden from him. He was behind you. His cock hardens behind your ass where he grinded himself upon to feel your bare cheek. You felt his hands cup yours; rubbing them soothingly before bending you over as you let out a pathetic sob. “I’ve been waiting.” He murmured into your ear as the dress slipped to your anklets completely. “I’ve been patient.” He continued as his cock had been out of his horse-haired pants as he continuously grinded himself against your lower back, your body betraying you, reacting to his masculinity with clouded lust.

You let out more choked sobs and tears that trickled down your face. “I finally have you.” Drogo spoke as the dothrakian words filled your ear as he took a bite of your earlobe that sent shivers and goosebumps. You felt more tears form at the statement. “I’ve missed you.'” He continued as his hands wandered to your lower back where he soothingly rubbed the deep wounded scar yet healed his father gave you as a child. “You truly believed I would marry a foreign whore?”' He whispered huskily yet almost offended as his breath was filling the thick atmosphere

You felt your anger rise at the thought of his harsh words of Daenerys. “She was the rightful one for you to marry!” You yelled in Dothraki language as the wind blew over your bare nakedness. “She is not you.” Drogo muttered until he had been thrusted his cock into your unprepared walls. You felt a muffled gasp escape your dry lips as you choked out a wheeze at the intrusion. “I’ve only longed for you.” Drogo said as his bulky hands met your hips as he steadied himself within you before thrusting himself inside your walls more.

You let out a small moan as you attempted to move your hands to cover your shameless mouth. His hands made their ways to yours as he took them away from your cavern that had been letting out small pleasurable mewls. “All you had to do was accepted it and you would’ve gotten everything.” Drogo stated as you quivered your eyebrows as his pace was deeply rough within your fleshy and tight walls. You always told yourself when the man the gods delivered for you will come, he shall deflower you properly and peacefully.

Yet Drogo is currently having his ways. Your body moved with his as he had a fistful of your neck as he continued to eye your entrance as his cock continuously thrusted roughly within you. Quivering around his cock, you felt your orgasm approach. You gritted your teeth as tears trickle.

Was Drogo seriously looking for you after all of these years?

You felt his large hands caress your soft breasts from behind. You felt uncomfort rise with his hands over your soon swelled breast. “These shall be fed to our children, then you’ll feed me.” Drogo says as he whispered into your ear that caused you to be at ease with his voice.

Your body happened to be giving in. His vulgar and erotic words had been sending more pleasurable waves around your body as his cock continued to harass your insides. Your flesh met his with the sound of slaps filling the air as you arched your back. You felt something within your stomach as your cervix felt invaded and broken.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure as you felt his girth within your stomach. “Too big, arsehole!” You yell with tears filling your orbs as you felt your stomach soon been swollen. “You will not ruin this.” Drogo said as you whimpered while letting out small sobs. 

Your orgasm approach within you as his hips met yours with an increased pace. You felt your body move upwards by his harsh thrusts. He thrusted into your drenched body one last time before emptying his balls with his semen within you. You felt your stomach slight enlarge with his sperm. You winced and gagged at the sight before falling on the boulder that allowed you to become even weaker.

You weakly were turned to face him. Him and his glory. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight of his smirking face. “‘m missed you.” He said in the common tongue with his accented tone. 

You look at him still weakly. Drenched with his sperm leaking from your vagina as sweat coated your body. You narrowed your eyes weakly as his palm had been on your full stomach. He rubbed your stomach soothingly that caused the pain to slightly feel pleasure.

You let small mewl edcape from your lips. “My...our children will be carried.” He stated simply as his dark near brown eyes stared down at your sore body with a smirk. “As they should have had when the betrothal had been begun.” Drogo said as he placed a deeply passionate kiss upon your lips. You gritted your teeth within the kiss. 

That was what it was all about.

It all started with a betrothal

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ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ & ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

female reader

disclaimer: italics is dothraki language

warnings: 18+ content, nonconsensual sex, rape, threesome M/F/F, possessive/obsessive behavior, forceful oral (f receiving), implied voyeurism, attempted murder & yandere tendencies

You couldn’t believe it.

No one could.

Viserys Targaryen III had requested your presence to accompany him for the meeting of Khal Drogo and Daenerys’ before the ceremony. Without hesitation or anticipation, you accepted his proposal. Viserys had answered saying that you were one of the best female warriors that were surprisingly apart of house Targaryen. He vowed that you would be his personal guard, till he reclaims his throne. 

You only agreed because the consequences of denial could be vaguely worse than death. “You’ve been requested by King Viserys as he and his sister along with Mister Illyrio await for the Khal’s arrival.” She said as she handed you an item hidden underneath a cloth. You revealed it to a coat style that must’ve been favored by Viserys, a diaphanous gown. “Your wardrobe must make changes to King Viserys’ expectations, this is merely the beginning.” The maiden continued when you inspected the dress that was out of your style.

The another unnamed maiden entered to your adjoining quarters with more unappealing outfits. “You better a move on. It is best to keep the king pleased at all times.” She spoke before both women began reaching for the door and leaving you in the quiet room. You remained unamused with such a gown but if it were for Viserys, you must. You admired yourself in the mirror before grabbing your hip sheath as you attached it to your waist. Putting your sword in its sheath, you walked out the room before running the empty maroon carpeted hallways. You ran towards the steps. Passing through the curtains to see the two sliver headed siblings accompanies by old brunette.

Viserys turned his narrowed gaze towards you, lightening up before letting a smile take hold of his features. “This is my personal guard! She will accompany us with our journey with those wretched dothraki..” Viserys introduced you. You wave upon his weird introduction while the pale female consciously stared. “Y/N.” Illyrio greeted. You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Your grace.” You replied. You turned your body towards the violet eyed female. “Princess.” You greeted with a mere bow. Her purple illuminating eyes bore into you, as if she had witness death before her. “You’re a woman who is a guard?” She asked with her foreign accent. 

Viserys gave an annoyed look, he knew Daenerys was very...slow to adapt to certain things which meant everything was explained to her, even that she doesn’t understand various times. “Why of course, dear sister. She is apart of our garrison.” Viserys said with a poker face. After waiting for five minutes, you stood next Illyrio and Daenerys who was side glancing. “Where is he?” Viserys asked as he turned his head slightly towards Illyrio, it appears that they had been waiting for a while. “The Dothraki aren't known for the punctuality.” Illyrio responded swiftly. “Y/N,” You heard a soft, feminine voice speak from beside you.

Turning your attention towards a shy, pale yet younger Targaryen you nodded in acknowledgement. “May you escort me to the Khal? So, I mustn’t go alone.” Daenerys continued before staring at you. You smiled. “If that what you wish, I will. He will not be in arm’s length,” You answered before staring over at her. “Not when I am around you, princess.” You continued. You could see a tint of red flush her face at the nickname you had gave her. You heard horses approach. Daenerys looked startled. “Do not fret. He can still reject the offer.” You whispered to her as the men on horses approach. You shifted your gaze from her to the group of men and your eyes widen.  

They had blue paint across their shoulders as they wore high waist clothing that had long boots and thousands of animal fur that you presume they killed. Illyrio approached them, climbing down the steps and greeting then in Dothraki language. You stand tall as Khal Drogo stared uninterested yet rather stoic at Illyrio. “Do you see how long his hair is?” Viserys asked as he forcefully put himself in the middle of you and his sister. 

You leaned back to hear his words better as Dany stared at the Khal. “When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut their braid to show the world their shame.” Viserys continued. You rose your brows. Their customs are nothing of whom yourself had heard about.

You were actually surprised that Viserys was able to learn about the Dothraki. “Khal Drogo has never been defeated.” Viserys whispered, murmured into Daenerys’ ear. “He's a savage of course, but he is one of the finest killers alive,” Viserys continue to explain before pulling Daenerys close. “and you will be his queen.” Viserys continued, the way he was giving Khal Drogo and the Dothraki with their savage ways, you worried for Daenerys. He sold his only family left to some brute. “Well, the dothraki have customs that are different to our own. Perhaps, you should reconsider this arrangement, my king.” You opinionated, if you were to be a ‘personal guard’ of his, even if he wouldn’t listen to his own sister, he would probably listen to you or maybe put your opinion in consideration.

Viserys scoffed at your words, causing you to become irritated but you remained calm. “And not get my army? Never in seven hells.” He answers while rolling his eyes for more emphasis to his words. “Come forward, my dear.” Illyrio said before turning his body towards Daenerys and yourself. You turned towards Daenerys with a reassuring smile before holding your arm towards her.

She hooked her arm with yours before walking down the steps slowly. You felt how she was shaking, the way her breath hitched as you both passed Illyrio. You leaned over to her, whispering to match your breathing. You both were in front of the Khal. You both stared at the same time. Daenerys and the Khal had made eye contact as you were admiring him and his men appearance. They stared for a limited amount of time, until his gaze went to you.

You noticed his eyes travel to your body. You then turned your gaze and stared into his dark, dark eyes. After you made eye contact, he pulled his horse reigns, forcefully turning the horse towards the exit he entered from,  along with his men. “W-Wait. Where is he going?” Viserys blurted as he stepped down the stairs. “The ceremony is over.” Illyrio responded. Beside you, Daenerys let breathed a relived sigh. 

You smiled at her, which seemed to calm her wild emotions. “B-But he didn’t say anything!” Viserys said, clearly irritated with the Khal's actions. “Did he like her?” asked Viserys as he eyed the horses in the distance. “Trust me, your grace. If the khal was displeased, we would’ve known.” Illyrio reassured a worrying Viserys. You followed Viserys and Daenerys up the dais along with Illyrio. You all walked to the balcony, the one placed in the master bedroom of the castle.

Illyrio had been giving a lecture to Viserys about the people cry for the rightful king. You and Daenerys followed behind. “When will they be married?” asked Viserys as he cupped his chin. “Soon,” Illyrio answered. “The dothraki never stay still for long.” He continued. “Is it true they lie with their horses?” Viserys asked while cupping his hands together. “I wouldn’t ask Khal Drogo.” Illyrio simply stated. This caused the younger male to look over at Illyrio. “Do you take me for a fool?” Viserys asked with a displeasured look. “I take you for a king.” Illyrio assured as you and Daenerys exchanged curious glances. “I know how to play a man like Drogo,” Viserys said with pride before continuing the slow pace. “I give him a queen and he gives me an army.” Viserys stated simply, keeping his hopes high.

You looked at Daenerys's stoic face that was perhaps swirling with many emotions. “Now’s your chance.” You whispered in her pale ear as she nodded. “I don't want to be his queen,” Daenerys spoke, causing the two males to turn and look at her. You were glad that Daenerys had stood up for herself. “I want to go home.” She finished, her gaze was full of determination, fury and slight worry. Viserys was unamused until he blinked to a cheery face. “Well, That’s all I want too.” Viserys spoke. “I want to go home too but they took it from us.” Viserys explained as he creeped slowly to his sister. “So, tell me, dear sister. How do we go home?” asked Viserys, in almost a mockery tone.

Daenerys gaze went down, in search of an answer. “I-I don't know.” She answered, and you mentally groan from her sudden cowardness. “We go home with an army,” Viserys explained as he put two fingers under the pale female's chin to lift her gaze. “With Khal Drogo’s army.” He explained as he brushed his sister’s comed hair. You furrowed your brows in irritation. He was using the throne against her will, her freedom. 

Daenerys just looked stunned, speechless even. "I will let his whole tribe fuck you,” He said. “All forty-thousand men and their horses, if thats what it took." Viserys added as he rubbed his hand, caressing her pale cheek. “Absurd!” You yelled until his snake gaze laid upon you. Gritted your teeth and cowering in authority. “What I mean, my king...judging from Khal Drogo’s actions: he seems rather unimpressed with Daenerys, plus he does have the say to reject the offer.” You explained that Daenerys smiled upon as Viserys kissed her forehead. “Ahh, Y/N. He would not say no.” Viserys said. With that, Illyrio and Viserys walked into the distance, leaving you and Daenerys full of concern for this possible outcome.

It wasn’t long until Khal Drogo returned his answer by sending a dothrakian messenger. Founding yourself on the dais on the day of the ceremony. The Dothrakian messenger that spoke common tongue translated that the Khal accepted Daenerys’ hand in marriage but the only catch was that Drogo wanted both you and Daenerys in marriage. Your eyes widen at the translator who had soon departed. Leaving Daenerys, Viserys and yourself stun.

Daenerys was slightly happy that you were going to be with her during this unexpected time.  

Viserys was pissed. You were his to deflower, not some killer. Did he want you or the throne more?

You, on the other hand had confused, pissed and annoyed in a mix. You felt weak to your knees, holding onto the stoned castle walls that raised you for moons.

You felt a soft palm on your shoulder. “At least....we are in this together.” Daenerys said as she pulled you to your feet. She gave you a heartwarming smile. “Well. You two make yourselves presentable. We leave for the ceremony soon.” Illyrio said as he walked up the dais with Viserys who was still stunned. You gritted your teeth as hand maidens forcefully took you and Daenerys to the dressing room. It was a numerous amount of time when Daenerys had requested for matching dresses. You looked at her as if she was sick. “To impress our future lover.” Daenerys stuttered, attempting to come up with an excuse.  

You gave a snobby look before turning towards the maidens. “Your future lover.” You corrected. “Why say that?” asked the sliverette whose tone was filled with curiosity. “I’ll find a way to escape within the ceremony.” You said with a cocky smile. She smiled at your confidence before getting sappy. “How will escape the dothrakians? They live up to their savage reputation.” Daenerys stated before undressed the silk see-through dress she had been wearing. “Well. I can show a savage approach,” You spoke as you began to strip. “I’ll even bring my sword if needed.” You stated.

She nodded then looked over at you. “So, you intend to leave me with the Khal?” Daenerys croaked. You chuckled merely. “You say it as if I am dooming you to death,” You answered, facing her unamused and upset face. “There is no need for such remark, princess.” You said while adjusting your slippers. “You were getting married to the khal with or without my presence.” You said, soon averting her dropped gaze.

You could sense her being slightly disconsolate, but even if your words were hurtful, (even though not intended to be) it was the truth. You were about to get up until the maidens handed you a matching dress, but a much darker shade was given to you. “We match. Having close to the same pattern! Black and white that resembles the moon and sun!” Daenerys said with a smile. You ignored her briefly, squinting at the dress in annoyance. The empire-waist wedding dress that has the same palette and floral colors as the other one. You sighed in annoyance, this couldn’t get any worse.

Perhaps, it was possible that this situation is escalating far worse and worse by a breath. You were well aware of the dothrakians living up to their savage reputation but it had never seen it close. You were in the middle as your legs hung off the bench as Daenerys was on your left, pale hands in her lap as she watched the ceremony. You side glanced the Khal that was on your right and gnawed your inner cheek at the sight. You knew he was intimidating, strong and was a brutal killer which meant that your escape was going to be challenging.  

You saw Viserys shared a judgemental gaze with you as you both watched the dothrakians celebrate. The sight of the women being raped, the men ripped each other’s throat and the smell of horse hearts and raw meat, it was all disgusting. It was irritating to just sit by and watch. 

You had to do something. “No,” Daenerys whisper-yelled, your soon to be concubine. “Leave them.” She continued. You looked at her with a angered gaze. “We mustn’t do nothing!” You spoke with irritation, her soft hands caressed your muscles and soon shoulders as you gently lowered yourself down. “There is nothing we can do.” Daenerys cooed as you gripped your fist tightly. 

Although quiet, Drogo had been pleased by your actions, despite doing anything, it was expected to have such fury. You both were so unaware, he had multiple whores but none like Daenerys and yourself. He even smirked at the sight of the brutality in front of him and felt at ease with the gifts you and Daenerys were given, the various blessings given for the three of you had been uncountable. One gift in particular had caught your eye. 

You and Daenerys eyed each other as you both picked up a dragon egg that had been gifted whilst learning that this Jorah who honorably served with House Targaryen during the great war and stated how he wished to serve the rightful king.  

The sounds of drums had been loud, but the screams of agony filled the air that caused the crowd roared in encouragement. Gagging at the sight; Daenerys side glanced the Khal as he had a small smile of sadist on his face. “They’re mindless.” You muttered to Daenerys. She nodded in agreement. You searched around the area, looking for a good route until Viserys made eye contact. “This was not supposed to happen.” He mouthed in an apologetic manner.

You nodded with slightly teary yet frustrated eyes. He was right. This was not supposed to happen. Daenerys supposed was to be here, not you. Not that you wanted to leave the sliver haired female alone, but damn, you didn’t deserve to be here. You weren’t ready to commit yourself to anyone yet. You and Daenerys shot confused glances at each other as the Khal stood up. He turned slowly, it was almost scary the way he stared at you both. 

Daenerys stood and you mirrored her in confusion whilst the Khal made his way down the wooden dais. The dothrakians within the circle scrambled a path towards the end as their leader walked. Daenerys followed him, unquestionably, you however was in the back, everything was unpredictable. 

The dothrakians behind you both was sensible, their smell, their breath, even the way they kept quiet. Some stared in awe, some in disgust, and some who looked hunger. You both walked the end of the path. A male and female, though the male looked more like a war horse. 

You breathtakingly walked up to the female before rubbing her snout, you smiled as the white horse huffed and strut her head at you playfully. “She’s beautiful.” You hear Daenerys say to Khal Drogo while you just stood still, almost stoic even.

Daenerys turned her gaze towards Jorah. one of the few common tongue speakers of the tribe. “I don't know how to say ‘thank you’ in Dothraki.” She apologized in a genuine manner of respect. “Child, there is no ‘thank you’ in Dothraki.” He stated. The khal approached Daenerys, you turned over intimidatingly, hoping the khal wasn’t going to kill her. 

He instead lifted her on the horse, he soon came over to you but you raised your hand, you didn’t need his assistance but he begged to differ. His hands covered a vast amount of your body when he lifted yourself behind Daenerys. It made you sulk slightly, never had you felt so vulnerable before.

Viserys walked up to your horse with Daenerys in the middle of you and the Khal as the Khal walked over to his horse. “Make him happy.” said Viserys as he gave you an infamous smirk. You sent him a glare as Daenerys stared. Khal Drogo pulled both the reigns as the horses’ stumble. You wrapped your arms around Daenerys’ slim waist as you lean your cheek on the back of her neck, inhaling her hair scent. She stiffens from your grasp. “Is this okay?” You whispered gently. “Yes.” She responded in almost an instant, letting go the reigns with one of her hands and placing it on top of yours. 

The ride was short. You sensed fear within Daenerys as her breath hitched like it did before but you weren’t worried. This will be the first yet last time to see these monsters for a tribe. You had no idea what intentions the Khal had here near the bank of the sea, probably was going to throw you both over, so you had no business getting off the horse, actually planning a way to escape with it. However, Daenerys had stared at the sky with the sun’s illuminating setting glow. You could tell that she was attempting to forget the current situation.

You then noticed how Daenerys was presented towards the Khal as he approached her. You then realized what is about to happen, but your instincts remained on your escape. He had been untying the hold of the dress which had been in the back. You heard Daenerys tear-full sobs as a tear escaped from her eye, and fall to her cheek. “No.” You heard in a low gruff voice. You turned your gaze slightly, had the Khal always spoke the common tongue? If so, someone could’ve told you. “Do you know the common tongue?” asked Daenerys, attempting to possible ignore the fact she was even near the Khal.

Drogo walked around her, undressing the extra accessories that wasn’t necessary for a savage wedding. “No.” He simply answered again. “Is ‘no’ the only word you know?” She said with slight anger building up from his same answer. His hands were on the pin that was holding her cleavage cup to be seen. “No.” He said as the pin dropped on the ground with a clank. 

You turned your gaze and closed your eyes shut when the large Khal had walked behind Daenerys, who continued sobbing as he undressed her strap of the dress. Her bare body was shown to the Khal as she desperately attempted to cover it. You winced at the sight and at the sobs she produced as she cried your name to help her.

You just couldn’t.

You were used to pleasurable acts such like this, it was unfortunate. You turned your back away from the new couple, facing the horses, attempting to focus on the sound of the gushing waves over Daenerys’ pleas. You knew that your escape was going to be hard but this was beyond your comfort zone and complicated for you.

But you needed to get out of here somehow.

It was your first escape plan, who could blame you! You were in unknown territory and didn’t know the tricks. You let out a displeasured grunt as the men escorted you to the large tent where you, Daenerys and Drogo’s slept in. You didn’t sleep with them no matter how many times Daenerys pleaded you to, you didn’t sleep near them! You were always on the other side in a secluded area away from the chaos. 

You grunted as they opened the tent’s flap to see Daenerys there, sitting on a hand-made chair. Dothraki language filled your ears as the men spoke to Daenerys who spoke back in Dothraki which you refused to learn. The men left you with the devil. “They say they saw you breach the stables, napped a horse and took off.” Daenerys said as her gaze burned on yours. “Your slaves speak the truth.” You replied simply before brushing off the Dothrakian leathered dress you despised. “Why,” She asked questionably as she tilted her head causing you to look over at her unamused. "Why do you intend on leaving me, leaving us?" She asked again. 

You just scoffed, tutted mockingly. “Why did you intend to submit?” You spat back with slight rage. “You keep forgetting,” You spoke, looking over at her dropped gaze. “that I won’t stop ‘til I get out of this hell hole.” You finished while standing your ground. “There is no escape.” She said in almost an instant that caused you to stiffen from such harshness. She stood up also, toe-to-toe with you, something that would’ve never happened because of this. “I am carrying the Khal’s son." Daenerys pointed out as her hand caressed her stomach.

Your expression dropped to pure rage. “Did that beast deflower you forcefully?!” You asked as you went for your sheath until you came to terms that it was gone. “I allowed him too,” Daenerys stated, soon smiling almost madly as she noticed you in panic. “And you will not be needing your sword.” Daenerys said. You turned to her enraged. “Why in the seven hells not!?” You yelled as you approached her almost threateningly. “Humor me!” You continued, impatient for an answer.

She stiffens slightly, becoming slightly annoyed with your tantrum. “Where is my sword?!” You yelled once again. “You have to carry Drogo’s son.” Daenerys said. You roll your eyes, the same thing she always says. “Where is my sword!” You yelled once more. The tent flapped and soon you heard a clank on the ground. You furiously turned around to see your sword dismantled and shattered. 

You looked up to see Drogo’s smirking face. “Is he responsible for this?!” You turned fiercely towards Daenerys who just nodded. “I’ll kill you!” You yelled as you went grabbed your spare knife. Until a harsh grip forced your arms to recede. You dropped the knife as you shakingly side glance Daenerys who was captivating you. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!" You screeched, increasing your upper body strength and attempting to released yourself

She added more pressure that you couldn’t resist to wince from. “I cannot allow you to escape or kill him.” She answered. You attempted to be released out from her grip as Drogo approached you. You panicked internally. 

Though you would never admit it: Drogo was always intimidating to you, which made you to separate yourself from him, until now at least.

Although his presence was menacing, you weren’t taking any chances. “Release me or I’ll cut your arms off with your kid.” You said threateningly. “Our husband will not allow you hurt me.” Daenerys replied when she shaken you away from her and into Drogo’s broad arms. “Your husband!” You corrected. His grip was sincerely unbreakable but you had to try. Daenerys approached her chair. “Viserys made you into such a fool to believe such delusions.” Daenerys stated coldly when she sat down.

Drogo presented you in the middle of her legs when he had put you to her knees. “I swear I’ll kill you both if it’s the last thing I’ll do!” You protested. Drogo spoke to Daenerys in dothraki that caused them both to laugh. “If you got something nasty to say, just say it!” You said while attempting to be released from his grip. “He says you should stop moving your body.” She replied. 

You rose a brow before realizing what she had meant. You wiggling had been grinding upon Drogo’s groinal area. You then became annoyed yet flustered that you hadn’t realize that before. “Release me! Just let me go.” You yelled as you felt tears formed.

You were saving yourself for someone who was worthy, not some remorseless killer taking it by force. Daenerys parted her legs while lifting her dress. “You’ve always excited my body, You’re ravishing. I have always dreamed of this very moment for many moons.” Daenerys confessed as Drogo lifted your dress. “No, no.” You repeated various times while attempting to turn and face Drogo, probably kill him before Daenerys nails dug into your jaw, forcing you to face her.

“Your fight is over.” She said, rather darkly. 

Tears escaped from your sadden eyes as those words bruised your honor, everything you grew up to be. Was your fight really over? You couldn’t move at all. Drogo has used a portion of your shredding clothing to hold your wrists behind your back. You heard a chuckle with an accent behind you. Next thing you knew, your naked body was bare to them both but you couldn’t react. 

You felt as if your world had just fallen before your eyes from such harshness from one you considered a friend. Drogo removed your garments, the last piece of clothing you had to offer. “You’re truly are beautiful.” Daenerys spoke in common tongue to you which made you avert her lustful gaze.

Drogo was behind you, your back was arched from your current position as your face was near Daenerys. You knew what was going to happen and what was roaming from their heads, it was going to be tragic because your body betrayed you, becoming hotter and wetter by the mere thought of being overwhelmed by the new dothrakian couple. 

You felt something hard grind near you. You winced, already knowing what It was. “My dear, are you ready to accept your place?” Daenerys asked, her expression was full of power and control. Your sulking face boosted her ego. You nodded, quivering from such touch when her hands travelled from your jaw to your scalp, engulfing a fist greatly and lowering you down to exploring her body.

Her cunt was dripping, glistening in the torch light as if this moment was the most exciting thing ever. You gagged and soon your lips found themself on her clit, biting and toying with the mound unskillfully. She mewled from such intrusion and bucked her hips closer to your tongue. You were very disturbed for this. You nearly forgotten about Drogo, until a harsh slap was met on your rear flesh, you flinched, accidentally lunging your tongue deeper through Daenerys clit. “You’re amazing.” She praised. 

Another slap was met on your rear again, much more harsher that caused you to wince in actual pain. His large hands spread your little cunt, that was also aroused from this scene. You could only imagine his size.

You clutched your teary eyes shut as Daenerys couldn’t stop worshipping you, lapping her mound that caused her thighs to jiggle. Drogo’s messy cock was already removed from his horse-haired pants, teasing your folds that caused you to groan. You had to hide the urges of pleasure, you refused to give away that you were enjoying this. He had slammed it in, with one powerful thrust. 

The pain wasn’t even imaginable anymore, your mouth escaped Daenerys’ throbbing clit, leaving a train of salvia mixed with her slick from your mouth. “P-please, it’s too bi-ngghh!” You protested then interrupted. Your voice drifted when your mind went blank, you couldn’t even process anything, his cock was intruding your fluttering, virgin walls. Daenerys smirked down at you then placing you back towards her cunt for her own pleasure. “Does she feel good, my sun and stars?” Daenerys asked her husband who nodded instantly, your body was enticing and perfect.

You were actually choking on Daenerys’ cunt, small groans escaped from your occupied lips that was distorted every time Drogo’s hips met your sore ones. His cock was too much, nothing you had ever known before, you could coils in your stomach as your orgasm approach in an instant. Drogo’s felt his approach also as he roughly continued to quickening his pace that caused your body to rock harshly with every thrust.

Daenerys was leaning back, she released many times on your tongue but the tension never ceased to decrease. More mewls escaped her with whimpers when she felt another coil enter her stomach. “Please don’t stop.” She begged almost with a hip roll. Her pale toes curled from the waves of bliss elating from her lower region. You felt a stinging behind you as Drogo continually smacked your ass harshly.

You could feel yourself going numb, you attempted to continue to pleasure the female who was presented to you. You lapped her walls as you felt Drogo’s girth go into Your cervix. You whimpered a muffled sob that allowed waves of vibration throughout Daenerys's body that allowed her to approach her orgasm rapidly.

Drogo moved himself to get a better angle, allowing his pace to go deeply within your womb. You felt yourself go slightly uncomfortable as you felt your orgasm approach. “I’m so close.” Daenerys muttered as Drogo continued to grunt through his gritted teeth. You felt tears brim your eyes as you felt Drogo’s shaft twitch within your clenched walls. You closed your eyes shut as your juices flood your puffy folds. You muffled moan along with Daenerys who arched her back, releasing her juices onto your tongue once more.

Drogo pushed your hips deeper onto his before spurting his semen within you. Daenerys finally allowed you to breath, lifting you up from your scalp, Your eyes were closed in exhaustion as your chin dribbled with salvia, tears and a mix of her orgasm splattered all of your face. 

A thin layer of sweat coated your body. Drogo pulled out of you, feeling his hot seed leak out of you, you collapsed on the horse furred-carpet with a grunt. You were too tired, weak and couldn’t even lift a muscle. Daenerys removed her grip from your scalp to your throat, forcing you again to meet her gaze. 

Those damn violet eyes, used to be so innocent.

She was the one to tut, with a smirk forming from he pretty small pink, plump lips. “We are far from finished, my dear.” She stated as she gave your cheek a light kiss. “We can’t risk the baby’s life,” Daenerys said, the way she said ‘baby’ made you grit your teeth in disgust. “Which is why Drogo will be taking pleasure with your body tonight,” She continued with a small smirk forming again at petrified expression.

A growl rumbled deeply from your bruised throat. “and as far as I know: he does last long.” She finished with a slight smirk. You felt tears form from the even thought. Drogo’s lips met your neck as he planted passionate love bites on your collarbone. “You really do look ravishing. This exact position suites your character,” Daenerys said as a dark glint flickered her eyes. 

You gritted your teeth before letting out a small yet weak gasp as Drogo bit down your skin harshly. “If you think you can get away with this, you’re dead wrong.” You threaten spitefully even though you couldn’t think as straight. Daenerys’ expression dropped slightly. “Oh?” She responded while Drogo’s hands played with your clit mound that you quivered from the overstimulation.

You couldn’t falter now. “I’ll make sure Viserys mpffh- kills you!” You threaten. Drogo’s hands were working miracles on you, causing you to not even stand by your point. “I see.” She smirked, leaning closer and soon her lips met you. She tasted herself from your tongue. Drogo leaned off of your neck so you and Daenerys could continue. Watching the two women dominate each other was excruciating, finding himself becoming more erected from the scene.

He smiled a bit before pushing himself within you, your cum-filled vagina. No preparation, just intrusion. You released your lips from Daenerys then you let out a painful moan, you could tell she didn’t care how hurt you were. She cupped your chin sharply with her nails, you felt more tears form when she pulled your lips back onto hers.

She enjoyed the feeling of her tongue being in your warm cavern. She furrowed her brows as her eyes were shut, Drogo felt you clenched your fluttering walls around his cock as your toes curled. The Khal thrusted himself, intruding inside you until he reached your cervix. You felt yourself go numb. 

You felt your mouth go dry as Daenerys continuously beaten you badly in dominance before she parted her mouth. “You’re so strong, Y/N. I admired you truly.” Daenerys admitted, savoring your taste. Drogo’s strength allowed your body to jolt within every thrust, the sound of your hips meeting was all that was heard.

Daenerys smirked at the way your body was reacting. “This is tempting.” She said. You had sent her a glare, a warning almost, until a harsh smack was met on your rear flesh. “No.” Drogo’s accented voice finally spoke. You obeyed instantly, refusing to meet Daenerys’ eyes.

She hummed in amusement by your obdience. “I cannot wait for you to give child,” Daenerys said with almost an sadistic smile. You gritted your teeth, covering yourself from the pleasure that Drogo was doing, his thrust was surely breaking something inside you. Drogo wanted to get some noise out of you, A hand clasped around your throat as his thrusts were even more rougher. Daenerys wiped some of the tears from your eyes as you moaned. “We will be such a lovely family.” She said as she kissed your sweat-coated forehead. 

Drogo then felt his orgasm approach, forcefully pushing his cock deeper within your walls and filled your womb more of his semen. You then collapsed again, praying that they were finally finished with your body. You grunted slightly as Daenerys played with your breasts. You laid there, vulnerable and defenseless.

You flinched when heard Dothraki fill your ears. “Drogo says that your body is better than mine which I agree with.” Daenerys said at your sore body. Daenerys squatted down at You. “My eclipse.” She muttered before allow you to rest which you had no problem doing.

After the pain-filled night: you’ve learned your lesson. You were quiet during the morning. You were riding next to Daenerys who was behind Drogo as he led the clan. You felt yourself finally submitted to their wrath. Daenerys side glanced you trom time to time but you couldn’t even look at her. Viserys was just murdered brutally by Drogo and Daenerys, his own blood, didn’t do anything.

You were staring down at your horse. You had no idea that Daenerys, someone as sweet and loveable like Daenerys could be so cruel. Tears brim your eyes as sadness took over your features. Viserys was the only hope you had of escaping but with him dead, you were truly stuck here, being used by the Khal and Khalessi for anything they see fit. 

For pleasure. 

For loveless pleasure. 

You could tell, you could feel in their eyes, their aura and their body language. They enjoyed watching you scream, they enjoyed you begging for mercy, and they enjoyed the sight of Your filled stomach. It was merely the beginning of this sick love that replaced passion.

He was the sun,

She was the moon,

and together, when they cross paths they make you, the eclipse.

A mixture of their souls whenever they intercepted:

the pattern of their lives.....

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ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ | ᴋ.ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

this is still a gn reader but you're called khalessi cause why not

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language

Anger cannot describe what is roaming within the Great Khal’s mind. Blinded with rage was more sufficient. Drogo had given you everything, he even took the time to explained his feelings with words and translations without force. But clearly it wasn’t working.  

You must be taking his gratitude to a farther extent, a disrespectful extent.

He refuses his inner dothrakian ways, to find a better answer to help on his journey of winning your love, but you were taking him for granted.

Your place was with him.

When he was delivered the news from a handmaidens.

Laughing and having a good time with a weak ale in hand, Irri and other maidens ran over to him. “Khal Drogo!” The handmaidens repeated in the common tongue language that Drogo understood.

The laughing deceased into either lustful smirks or annoyed-filled glances as the maidens came over.

Drogo was visibly upset. “Do not bring me news of your pathetic whore lives.” said Drogo as he gritted his teeth while his brown/near black eyes were narrowed that showed annoyance of being bothered by commoners such as women.  

The women sound almost out of breath. “My Khal, the khalessi.” Irri said as she pointed towards the large tent that was holding your body hostage.

The horse lord tilted his head in confusion. His eyebrows raised as he got the message.

He stood up and ran over towards the tent. Flapping its entrance, his grip tightened into an irritated fist as his teeth gritted. You were nowhere to be seen on the carpet of wolf fur.

Irri and two other maidens followed. “Where is the khalessi!?” The large Khal yelled in frustration.

The maiden's faces shrieked back in fear. “The guards that were assigned to the Khalessi had been unconscious, my Khal,” One of the maidens answered.

Irri stepped forward. “We assume that the Khalessi headed north, the only way the Khalaser hadn't travelled yet.” She added.  

At first, he was boiling with rage.

The servants that were outside your tent failed to guard you?

Then hearing that you knocked ’em unconscious had given him thoughts of you fighting, not him, anybody else turned him on.

Smiling that you were smart enough to go north pleases him, however knew he needed you to return.

Wasting no time, the large Khal had stomped out of the tent before whistling for his horse. He heard quick hooves click upon the dirt.

Telling the men of the khalaser to saddle up.

If north where you went, north was where he was going. 

He swung his leg over his horse's saddle before forcefully pulling on its reigns. Chanting in Dothraki and soon he and his men of the khalaser had went north, leaving the women with their dues.

Irri walked behind the tent that the great Khal and Khalessi shared to find you with a leaf made bag. “Is the Khal gone?” you asked with a slight frown forming. Irri nodded with a smile.

You blinked as your lips curved into a smile. “Thank you, Irri. I am in your debt.” You spoke in a calming, reassuring way.

Irri nodded before putting a hand on her hips.  “The men including the Khal went north, you should go south. Pass the dothrakian sea.” Irri suggested as she pointed south.

You smiled as her suggestion. “South is where I am heading then. Irri, my loyalist helper. I will return it to you,” you said as you clutched her hands within yours. 

You heard a throat be cleared.  

You turned towards the voice to see Ser Jorah. “Jorah.” You bowed your head to respect his presence.

Jorah put a hand up to prevent any more formalities. You were far from it“The Khal is searching, for you.” Jorah said as he approached. “The khalessi leaving, this is opportunity.” Irri said, almost threatening the male when she defended you.

He nodded at the maiden before turning to you. “I assure you. I am aware of Khalessi’s intentions.” Jorah said with a stoic expression. “Will you and your horse guide me towards the narrow sea?” You asked with almost a pleading tone.

Jorah eyes scanned your body. You had bruises along with your face covered with a handprint. “I will.” Jorah answered before walking away. You turned your gaze towards Irri who smiled.

You both let out a relieved gasp as you embraced each other. “I will never forget you, Khalessi...” Irri said as tears brim from her brown eyes. You smiled at her statement.  

You both released each other as you wiped her tears. “I will always be here.” You said as you pointed towards her heart in the valley of her cleavage. Pointing to her heart She smiled before hugging you one last time. “Go. You must.” She spoke, pushing you away.

You were about to put up a protest before you heard Ser Jorah on his horse approach. You looked back at Irri, who had given a reassuring smile. “I know. You will set me free.” She worshipped.

You smiled before nodding as you ran towards Ser Jorah's horse. “My Khalessi.” Ser Jorah greeted as he pulled your palm as your leg swung over the horse.

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Soon, it will just be Y/N.” You answered the elder man as he flapped the horse reigns. Your hair blew in the wind as the horse had increased its speed. You looked back at the camp.

Seeing Irri's waving hand along with the other two maidens.  “The Khal returns!” One of the women yelled while running towards the you all.

You felt adrenaline fill your veins. “It appears the Khal returns with anger.” Jorah spoke as his body was turned towards the front of him, his horse passed through plains and grass.

You looked down at the ground with sadden eyes. “Are you certain that this is the decision you wish, Y/N?” Jorah continued. You furrowed your brows.

You came too far, but was this worth it?

Risking the lives of the handmaidens for honor?

You looked down at the tall grass as you passed by.

No.

They wanted to.

They had a choice and they made it to help you escape. “I am sure.” You reassured. You found yourself near the bank of the narrow sea. Both you and Jorah were dazed by the view.

You stared at the other side. Although, you would break your vow and become a rogue outsider. Winterfell was where you were going.

You looked down at the raft that was provided. You smiled at the sight.

You dismounted the horse by swinging your leg over its back. You landed with a grunt as your outfit had been slightly disheveled.

You wore a silver-like outfit that had been long to reach your feet as the sleeves were ripped. It was what separated you from the others in the tribe.

You were about to board the raft 'til you had heard horses' hooves and whinnying nearby. “Jorah?” You asked as you turned your head towards him.

Your feet had been ankles deep in the water. “Forgive me, Khalessi.” Jorah said he rode towards the sound of the horse's approach. You were confused.

Why did he apologize?

Your eyes widen as you heard Dothraki chants.  

You gritted your teeth as you made an exit towards the raft as you heard heavy footsteps.

Feeling fear within you had allowed you to begin crying. You attempted to get on the raft until you were in a rough embrace.

Feeling familiar arms around your neck and waist. You found yourself grinding as you attempted to be released.

You gritted your teeth as you turned your head slightly to see familiar blue paintings. You sighed in defeat as you already knew who it was. “Did you think you could escape?” asked Drogo as he tightened his grip around your body.

You grunted in discomfort from his iron grip. “You cannot escape.” He continued before laying a kiss on your cheek as you moved your face to the side.

He gritted his teeth before gripping your face. “I won’t let you leave me.” Drogo says before motioning towards the horse. “Get on.” He commanded in a husky voice in your ear that was too wayyyy deep and soothing enough to send waves of pleasure yet fear throughout your body.  

You hesitated due to fear consuming your clouded judgment. “Drogo, if you find the mercy to allow me to explain.” You said as he grabbed your wrist with boiling rage as he guided you to his horse. “You are far from explaining.” He huffed as he lifted you forcefully and roughly.

Drogo had kept his arms around your waist the entire time. You kept letting pleas and begs to attempt to ease his anger, but he had already gone over the limit.

You were silent for remaining. Your mouth quivered as tears brimmed in fear. You were too scared to speak to the raging Khal.

You gritted your teeth as Ser Jorah and his horse came to the side of Khal Drogo’s. Your gloomy eyes met the Ser Jorah's as he sighed at your gaze

Your grip loosens on Drogo’s waist as fear consumed you. But he let out a huff, swallowing your pride: you tighten your grip with closed eyes as your face was burrowed within his bare back muscles.

You kept saying pleas and begs for not having a punishment. 

But he was silent. Quieter than the narrow sea. You felt the horse stop.

Your eyes widened as you positioned yourself off his back and memorized the surroundings of the camp you attempted to escape.

Drogo went off the horse first before yanking you off with him. You grunted as your bare feet hit the ground. You searched your surroundings to see Irri staring at you with teary eyes. 

You yanked your gaze to the ground as your hand was clutched by Drogo who was leading towards your tent. You were too shameful.  

You failed to escape and almost risked the life of your loyalist steeds.

Drogo had pushed you inside the tent rather roughly. “I shall teach you, again, where your place is, moon of my life.” He said as you landed on the furry carpet and looked back at him with fear in your eyes.

All you saw was a devilish smile.

You couldn't help but cry. For your tears were the only thing that comforted you that night; and the very thought of that moment made you gag. You had a feeling, hope that you could finally be free; but drogo wasn't easily manipulated.

You never saw a glance of freedom; you were stuck with him. You were drawn to him. You fought your way towards the end where another wall awaits.

There was no escaping the Great Khal Drogo



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